Wish there was a God for real

Not much explanation this time. This poem is self-explanatory. Though we have unflinching faith in Him and know that we will always have Him to fall back on, at times we can’t help wishing his presence to be a bit more pronounced. I wish there was a God for realWho would encircle his colossal palmsContinue reading “Wish there was a God for real”

Decrypting latent disciplines

As my skin glistens under the blazing charismaOf the sun,The warmth pervading my skin,Melting the frozen carapace around the sensesStoking them to rise from a deep slumberI struggle to severe my hypnotic lashesOnly to be blinded by the glowing sunWho apparently mocks at meLike it does at a million others, under its shadeWho grapple withContinue reading “Decrypting latent disciplines”

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