Just passing time......

Most people agree that love is the greatest gift of all,
however for me, that is wrong,
Love exists because of something more important,
and it is a thing we all know as feeling.

Feeling is, for me the greatest gift to humanity,
no words can best define what is feeling,
but there is lots of words used in describing it,
terminologies that often associated with love.

What is love without feelings,
unlike love, which tends to be a mirage than potrait of reality,
feelings are something that we can show,
and for others to see it, feel it, associate themselves with it.

Doesn't that more wonderful,
above all, love is a about sharing with others,
and what are we sharing?
the feelings that we have inside ourselves.

Words written by a poet are beautiful,
is true because it was a reflection of feelings,
even that does not enough to represent the feelings,
because the feelings is a beauty indescribable by words.

In love, we shares smiles, laughter and happiness,
pains, sorrows and heartaches are closely behind,
insecurity and doubt are close foes,
in the end, relief and tears are the perfect ending.

In the end, love is just an escapism,
a path that we all will choose when we want to share our feelings,
or just when we want to hide our true feelings,
after all, love is just a mirage.....


"Your tasks is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."

Jalal ad-Din Rumi

Just something to ponder upon..........

I felt the love,
but somehow i still insecure about the relationship,
to my dear friend,
insecurity exist when there is doubt,
not only to his feelings,
but ours too.

It was a sickening thought,
which cloud the mind,
trembling the once shattered heart,
hoping that history will not repeated itself,
which wiping out the smile and,
take out the shine in your eyes.

What makes you feel this way?,
is he bad to you, ignoring and hurting your feelings?
or you doesn't find what do you seek from him?
but wasn't he is your knight in shining armor,
bringing back a human touch that you deserved,
keeping your faith for a thing called love.

John Lennon quoted that,
“Love is a promise, love is a souvenir,
once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.”

Lennon also quoted that,
“Love is you; you and me”,

The question now is that,
do you feel alone in love,
all this time?

If your answer is yes,
then perhaps you should open a new chapter,
if the answer is no,
then there nothing for you to worry about anymore.

"Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother." Khalil Gibran

What beneath the clothes?

Is it the testament of our glory,
Or the sign of our pride?
Perhaps a parade of our success.

Or does it used to hide our weakness,
covers our flaws,
a smoke screen for our lower self-esteem?

The weak wears aggressive clothing to be "powerful",
to elevate their position,
the "naughty" prefer to wear accepted clothing,
just to appear "good" in the face of other.

The unloved said they doesn't care wearing rebellious and unaccepted clothes,
to show that they're not missing anything,
the guilt wears pious and pure clothes,
just to create a "holier than thou" impressions.

All this just a mask,
to resist the perception of imperfection,
created and imagined by ourselves,
the perfect creation.

A mask that was created to separate us,
from our true inner selves,
to block us from the abundance of joy, peace and love.

We were born pure, loving and innocent,
get back in touch with it,
and we'll soon enjoying the joy of life.

Don't resist nor denying it,
because it is our birth right.

Thank You.....

O' my Beloved,
I'm grateful for the test You had given me,
As i finally realised,
My love to You has been acknowleged.

Poor man privilege....

One fine day, a rich man asked his friend,
Can you just stop dreaming,
About things in this world?

So that you can see,
It was just a fantasies,
and a distraction from reality?

His friend answered,
When you are a pauper like me,
Dreaming is like having a nice cup of tea,

It is the basic privilege I owned,
Which was not made of gold,
And will not make my head, go bald..