A Look Back to Move Forward

It’s almost two in the morning, I am supposed to be sleeping, probably paddling through the river of dreams this night has to offer. My eyes are sleepy, my body at less than 5% of mortal battery, still I get up, still I write. The soul would never let this wee hours — when the

Paired or Not

We are made with working pairs. Your right hand got your left. Your left ear got your right. Your right eye got your left. Your left lung got your right. We work with built-in pairs. A scissor will never be a scissor, it should be scissors even when added with the phrase “a pair”. Trousers

O v e r f l o w

In Psychology they say, the glass will be half empty or half full based on how you see it, on my way home late last night, I paused a minute to look up to the hundreds of the stars I can see, and the thousands more I cannot see. For some reasons they reminded me

Music Monday: Into The Deep

Your love is a flood and I’m Caught in the current of Your living waters It’s Your love, it’s Your love Your presence is a flood And I’m caught in the wonder You have taken me over You have won my heart Citipointe Live, Into the Deep Have a blessed week, beautiful souls! I’ll be

#IndianInsights No. 1

Hello, everyone! I’ve been out and about for some good reasons. Work. Life. Birthday. and. Travel. Before my birthday month ended, I embarked into a once-in-a-lifetime adventure. A solo trip to India, my first out-of-the-country alone! And I would like to share with you my learnings and realizations via #IndianInsights series. I hope you’ll enjoy

Endings and Beginnings (2017 Edition)

Oh, what a rollercoaster you have been, 2017? The leaves of this year’s calendar is all but gone. With Sara Bareilles “December” playing on my background, with the lyrics: Distill a whole year down into a day Act like we all start over with a pristine slate But to get yourself a new life you’ve

i am still here

i am still here, juggling balls named work, poetry, and life. i am still here, trying hard to tally the shifting of day and nights. i am still here, working ceaselessly to support those who matter. i am still here, resuscitating the heart of a hopeless dreamer. i am still here, lurking in between the blank pages

ending agony (WQW)

I’m participating (finally) for the first time to my dearie Jade‘s Writer’s Quote Wednesday (WQW) and my first quote is from the Still I Rise woman, Maya Angelou and her words that have been “the force” that pushed me to write this blog almost three years ago. (Woah! Time flies! :D) In my first post, Agony published

booms and bangs

boom! crumbles the church the city prayed. bang! rings the house of an old friend. boom! explodes a truck, bodies sprayed. bang! runs peace, hope, in a rushed parade. between the booms, bangs i plead above let this bad dream be cursed and damned. — This is a fictional poem inspired by the still unending

homebound

i have wandered far from Your loving bay, i believed alone i can pave my own way. step one, two, then three i walked away slowly from Your presence like a bird breaking free. not knowing never have You locked me inside of Your words and light, my God, bring me back. — 08.02.2017 ©2017