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Poetry To Me

poetry to me
I never really understood the concept of poetry.
never took classes, master the process or guidelines or learn “the art”. i would always write what I wanted, and fall back on poetic license.
poetry was never a planned journey for me. it was finding out my habitat, it was discovering my world and the freedom I had to color it with words that my heart would spit out. raw, unfiltered words.
See my definition of poetry isn’t something you’d find in books. you could even look in-between the lines and I’m sure you wouldn’t see it like I do.

poetry to me is home in a house , it is finding a subtle definition to every expression I pen down. it is taking my emotions and weaving it into something special, something coded and if you could decipher, poetry to me is letting you into my world, it is walking you through every word, every breath, every measure i took to measure how much I spilled, how much i poured out without holding back. poetry to me is an escape. an immediate jail Break from every prison cell reality seems to trap me in. from the hands of pain without realization poetry is my solace, my peaceful abode. the only soft spot to land back on after a rough ride. poetry is my reality, my lifestyle. it is holding back when you should let go, it is believing without evidence. poetry is finding what bemuses my muse, picking up clues, breaking out from my blues, cleaning up my bruises and choosing not to give up.
poetry is the story line of my life long before discovery. with events unfolding like the lines of a perfectly crafted piece, one with suspense at the expense of an intense plot twist. poetry is the unpredicted outcome of a thriller. and when you didn’t see it coming poetry is saying “i don’t give up”. poetry is picking up my pen, finding my muse and amusing amazingly.
poetry is the multi colors in me that I use to paint my world.

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.

Peace From My Prince Of Peace

I was lost, broken, without hope
a heavy heart with no escape route
Those nights I cried myself to sleep
screamed out in prayers, until it sounded like a rebel
I was in an ocean sinking in my tears
lost the will to live
voices in my head I couldn’t decipher
I was walking on a stormy path
a path that stole my sanity
but I willingly staggered along, hoping to find a resting place
my sight always blury from the constant tears in my eyes
I couldn’t see clearly…funny how I Saw The light on the other side but I embrace the darkness hoping there was a brighter light at the end of the tunnel. But I realised that the “tunnel” soon turned into a dungeon, a dark dark dungeon…
robbed me of my peace, sanity and true happiness I turned back and still Saw The light at the other side calling me to a realm of renewed hope
but I was trapped in my own chaos
In brutal pain…
but HE sent out an army to rescue me
HE has given me a chance to smile from the deepest part of my heart again
HE has given me peace
HE has given me hope
indeed I’ve got peace that makes no sense….
from my PRINCE OF PEACE.

THE RAIDER OF OUR TREASURE BOX

Nothing can be more worthy than guarding the virtues of our life. Nothing can be more dearer to us than our dreams “why we are here”. The goal should be to fly flags of joy. To sail a yacht powered by the breeze of love, with compassion in the air. To let heaven- on- earth be our destination.

Of things that will blot out our "treasures"
Anger  invariable,
Anger is a thief,
Anger spreads calamity,
Anger raids us of our treasure box.

What causes anger??

Our perception of negativity,
Our constant ponder on things that do not bring joy to us, rather causes us to be troubled.
What goes on in our minds goes a long way in predicting our feelings.
As the popular saying goes....."as you think, so you feel".
The best antidote for life is to control what goes on in our minds.

Anger spreads toxic fumes. We should be pleased to spread love wherever we find ourselves, because where there is love, there peace will be.