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Life has gotten the better of me.
My time. Space. Inspirations.
They have all watered away with quiet desperations
For a greater depth in my life,
For a sea-side rest amidst the strife.
My voice has melted to murmurs,
And my sight has blurred to swirls.
Why am I here? What am I living for?
Have I not asked and found the answers to these present questions before?
And yet, the past answers now stand empty,
Unsatisfactory for these questions that now remain hefty.
They say that life is a cycle
And you will always relearn when you’ve been told.
Maybe my answers will reincarnate like fresh manna,
Feeding my spirit in my Father’s sacred manner.
So perhaps I’ll relearn the depth of His grace,
And the comfort of His loving embrace.
Because I know the inner chambers of my heart is desperate with plea,
That my God will get the better of me.

Caught in the battle between life and me,

Between where I am and where I want to be.
“Climb the corporate ladder,
You’ll make it one day.”
But they never warned you that your life is made of clay.
Malleable and vulnerable,
You’ll find their riches irresistible.
So you bend, and you break,
Till you get what it takes
To fake all that you are,
For this God-forbidden sake.

Merciless, this race for grace;
Billions shoving for favour in Earth’s little space.
Our eyes see its limit —
The finite space for success stories,
Where one’s victory means another man’s sorry.
Sprinting against the culture’s tide,
We run ahead where no one’s beside.
Our pride carriers us through
The creeping waves of lies.
Pseudo promises, worldly words,
Have we grown louder than the storms of this world?
Have we grown softer than our quiet heart’s purr?

The nagging thought of escape,
The lingering taste of hope.
You sense it beneath your skin,
You’ve seen it from where you’ve been.
The cruel cusses of this world’s demands,
Every fibre of you priming to reprimand
This pursuit for wealth and gains,
That comes in exchange for daily sores and pains.
‘Surrender again,’
You hear your heart convey
To your hands,
To end this strife for meaningless banes.

So your fingers un-writhe gently,
Unveiling the softest story.
The narrative that’s yours to tell,
The metaphors that joins and melts
With your desires and passions,
People’s hunger and society’s fractions.
Live it well, live it loud,
Blend right in with crowd.
In this infinite space for mercy and grace,
May our eyes begin to say,
“To shine in the darkness,
To help others up the ladder,
Because what is life, without another?”