The pain and the cure


If I had to be the reason you get hurt
if I had to be the reason you shed a tear
if I had to be the reason your fears turn into reality.
if I had to be the reason you have sleepless nights, the reason you feel remorse, and an entangled feelings of both wishes and pain
if I had to be the reason you “want to” but “can’t”
if I had to be the reason you don’t feel peace or ur heat gets troubled
if I had to be the reason you so much want to agree I’m the bad guy but still cannot
if i had to be the one to inflict pain and yet still be the cure countless times then i……
speechless, cause words can’t defend me, neither can I try to cover up.
as plain as it could be, I have to draw a picture that could at least help me explain the abstract reasons to you…. like a tree with blue leaves, or how your shadows have to go solo on the sidewalk as I fade into reality’s permanence.
maybe i could use written words to draw a mental picture of how this residence is stamped permanent, of how the other version could be much better, of how i plan to repay every hurt with the deepest kind of happiness and laughter.
let me use my words to paint that picture and tell you that I’ll always add color, even when everything seems grey.
and I know we’re the black and white lovers but I’ll open up our eyes to colors that would cover up that grey spots… and just as a rainbow comes after the storm, let me go hunting for colours that would make up your rainbow. i promise that this version won’t expire, no need for updates because I’ll place us on premium subscription. i know I’m the pain and cure.
if it had to be this way then let me be the cure in a whole different dimension. only then will i completely forgive myself.

“I AM”


I am a little girl with a big God, a big dream and a big thirst for a grand future.
you can pin me down, cage me behind those walls of hatred but still like a roaring lion i break through, ruling like a queen in her jungle I am unstoppable.
I am boldness in human form.
The envy you can’t get over
The fake lies and hate speech that falls on deaf ears because I am a sensation of Elegance.
It hurts you cuz the hatred burns yet lightens up my shine, my glow, my sparkle.
That scowl on your face can’t dim this soul’s light.
The stumbling blocks you throw at me trying to bring me down, but I leap, I keep steady, go deep, take a peep at the heap of success that awaits me at the peak.
I am that pen that never stops writing.
Igniting the fire within, I keep fighting, rewriting, and sighting the greater end that awaits.
I am a body of United words speaking truth yet seeking to be heard
A smile next a cry yet I rise.
From the ashes of Burnt dreams reincarnated and formed to a stronger and more determined version of vision I have.
I am that purpose without a timeline.
I align with the baseline of a structured dream of greatness indescribable.
I self-prescribe an inevitable success exclusively meant for me.
I am the next headline with the caption “record broken”, “unraveled mystery”, “history written” with the power of my pen.
I am writing my way to history cuz I’m telling HIS story and everywhere that I go I shine in HIS glory because I am ROYALTY.

“BLANK PAGES”


life is a book.
a book that tells of a journey of thousand miles on a rough, sometimes smooth road.
a journey of experience and consecutive events unfolding.
a journey with an apocalyptic end.
and the snippets are the constancy of passion that drives you on that road.
The “ultimate source” gives us strength to carry on.
and though sometimes we get a conniption of the twist, its always a habitual mystery.
we pay tributes to the ones done with their journey successfully…….and then we fill the “blank pages” of ours with stories worth telling a thousand times.
we write down the story of this journey we are on. and each event that unfolds. either creates a climax or an anticlimax.
summing up to a story that was written down basically by our decisions.
we choose what we write down on this “blank pages”.
day by day designing our decisive destiny with doggedness.
This journey is a story written on the ” blank pages” of life.