good bye papa...

i did not realize that time was too short... how i wish that i did not waste my time being estranged towards you.... how i wish that i was able to give you a last squeeze of a hug, last smack on the cheeks, my last i love you pa before you slept forever...

In the Eyes of a Child

When I was a wee bit younger, writing poems and essays was easy. My head seems to process words artfully which almost instantaneously pours down on my journals. In this light, I would like to share one of the poems I wrote when I was still in college.

In the Eyes of a Child

Flowers sing in the morning
The seas murmur softly
Leaves whisper
In the eyes of an innocent child

Laughter is enchanting
Pain & sorrow is unknown
In the eyes of an innocent child
that peek our world

The world is a constant beauty
Whishes come true
Where the child is,
Nothing is infeasible

Fairies come alive
Fiction is a reality
In the eyes of a child…..
Or is it?

It would have been wonderful
to have the eyes of a child
Where heaven is here
& hell is non-existing.

a prayer

i refuse to succumb to the feeling of emptiness... i don't want to be gnawed by hopelessness and hate... i simply refuse to.

this is reality, days when you just feel like everything is not going to go right. that there will be no way that God would smile on you and actually answer your prayers (for some people its called whinning!) -- this i refuse to succumb to.

right now. tonight. i feel rotten, empty and lazy. i don't feel good today. no feeling of excitement. nothing to look forward to. tomorrow is another day -- but its going to be same old same old. --> these thoughts im fighting --- im trying to reach for the light.

i cry out to God and ask Him to keep me sane, to actually spark my heart with excitement and energy. i refuse to be drabby at work tomorrow and i don't have anyone to run to. so tonight i cry out to God and ask Him to give me joy and happiness.

tonight this is my prayer.