Scars (Hide none)

When every scar is a story to tell.
When every blotch is a tattoo of strength.
Artistically embedded by circumstances.
Unique symbols of bravery and power.
Irreversible arrangements by nature.
Immense stamp of formidability.
Openly inviting exploration.
Accepted with pure honesty and kindness.
World’s work of art.
Subjectively explained.
Objectively felt.
Lovingly embraced.

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18 September 2017

Beauty that’s timeless
Fullest heart to her offsprings
One mother’s true love.

(My birthday greeting to T’s mum)

7 Aug 2017

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Hagia Sophia, Istanbul Turkey Aug 2017

Patterns are to be erased.
Burned, hoping all remnants will go away.
Determined despite pessimistic.
Some things have to change.
Something has to be done.
Not knowing that despite how many times the structure is ruined,
Crashed and broken,
Visions and stories of the old
Will continue to live on.
Like a scar on the surface.
Like a heart that is broken.

Soon healing.
Soon tears will cease.
Soon the crashed shall re-form.
Into a stronger and a more captivating gem.
The one impossible for just anyone to bear.
It will be able to stand all the tests of time.
It can beguile kings to desire it.
It will make the greatest people hope for it.
It will, however, never belong to anyone else.
Only to the one who formed it back.
Only to the brave who decided to jump!

20 Jul 2017

Sibu Island, Malaysia, Jul 2017

Sibu Island, Malaysia, Jul 2017

She will keep on running,
Despite not heading anywhere.
She will not chase nor race.
She will not laze nor daze.
She will keep on running.
Her nature, refuge and home!

Rejections

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Landing soon; Interlaken, Switzerland; Jun 2017

The more rejects I was given,
The clearer the path is becoming.
Light in the path is showing.
Those people I shouldn’t be with.
Those activities I shouldn’t participate in.
Those works I shouldn’t be doing.

The more rejects I was given,
The easier my life is becoming.
The brightness is starting to focus.
The spotlight is starting to spot.
Spot on what I should be doing.
Spot on what I should be pursuing
Spot on the location my heart will soon embrace.

Rejections are no longer hurtful.
It has become a step in finding what I am supposed to do.
What I am supposed to be.
Because I am drowning in options,
I was sent strings of divine interventions.
Rejection, is my direction.