It’s nearly 2:00 am and all I hear is the still sound of my heart beating. Every breath is like a promise to fulfill a purpose. But sometimes, I feel anything but understanding the plans that You have for me. There are times I’m scared to leave the confines of my walls and venture to … Continue reading In Love
One thing I promised myself to do this year is spend more energy on gratitude, on thinking about the things that God has blessed me with, thinking about His mercy and grace in my life and celebrate my small victories. Today I am grateful that I woke up and had breakfast with my family. Thanks … Continue reading Gratitude
You’ve always been the safe embrace I run towards when life poses too many questions and uncertainties. You’ve always been my anchor. Will I hear Your voice again in the quiet night of January when my heart is loud with lies of all that can’t be? You’ve always been my lamp, casting warmth and soft … Continue reading I Miss You
I basked under the dancing lights of the night sky, dreaming of the quiet unfolding of the next pages of life. What can happen in a week, a month, a year? Everything can change in a snap, still I’ll hold on to my faith, love as much as I could and I will be content for … Continue reading Begin Again
This is a story of a girl who raises her glass to the sky, to the souls who savor the wonders of being alive. In the wake of her fall, she stands up on a shaking ground and flutters slowly with her broken wings. It is in that moment of waning that she found her … Continue reading Her Name is Fire
Sadness is of the purest form of emotion, for unlike being happy, one cannot simply pretend to be sad. So promise me. Promise me you’ll welcome sadness. It demands to be felt. Promise me you won’t suppress it by downing meaningless happy pills. Promise me you will take your rose-tinted lenses off and bravely look … Continue reading Promise Me You’ll Welcome Sadness
I wake up in an unusual spectrum of stillness draping over the coastlines of the glistening Aegean Sea. The quiet unveiling of sky is a paradox of the early morning turmoil I cradle inside. I hear Your voice, sounding so close and certain. You call my name and I swear it’s the most beautiful music … Continue reading He Who Holds My Heart
The theater of war between love and hate Begun as the harp sung an elegy For the fallen souls still gripping on faith Their parched lips ached for that loving mercy The stench of blood covered the battlefield When the devil fired bombs of horrid sins But a Hero came so no one should yield … Continue reading Sonnet 1: Battlefield
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