Dear Solitude,

I wonder why every encounter with you 
sets off something unusual beyond explanation.
Your presence ignites the inner yearnings
that have always been so uncertain. 
You remind me once again that life itself 
is sometimes as void as the longings
that are kept in the dimness of secrets.
Do you really mean to stimulate my sanity?
Or do you just come to remind me 
that if happiness is founded in material realm
the pleasure is as fleeting as our life's journey?
That if I live for the One who created both of us
I can truly call my life worth-lived?
If so, then don't only come as often as i want
but stay as long as you will 
then consume my whole being 
and grant me that debt of gratitude
that will become my wings when i fly home
when i leave everything behind
and meet the very Force that sends you to me.

Up Until Now

I chased for the things I thought mattered,

And found people hurting me in the end.

I pursued feelings I deemed pleasing

But got hold of myself wounded with the memories left.

I fancied for a  life full of excesses,

And found myself somber over the affluence I claimed mine.

Up until now I thought life is all about those I chased for

But alas it is in fact about the things that matter less in the world

Yet matter more in God’s eyes!

I played life by the character I thought I was

And ended up disgruntled over the performance I gave

I followed the role I felt was mine

And incessantly found the discontent that haunted me all along

I presumed I have to run after life so I can face the battle strong

And ended weary ,upset to find I can never outrun it.

Up until now I thought life is a play prepared and done

But alas it is in fact an unfinished piece to take part on

A work in process in God’s hand!