Mirror of Life

Laughter sings, in the halls of joy,
A chorus of voices in gladness rings.
But when sorrow knocks on thy door at night,
Thou standest alone, in the dimming light.

When wealth is thine and fame doth shine,
Thou danceth in the glow of a gilded dream divine.
Yet deep inside, a hollow sigh doth rise,
For none can buy the tears thou criest with sorrowful eyes.

Thou countest thy days in golden rays,
Deeming time a friend that stayeth by thy side.
But death calleth close, just a breath away,
And in a blink, a corpse they calleth thee to stay.

Alone in sorrow, alone in pain,
The riches of life seem all in vain.
For in the end, what dost thou own?
A brief delight, but a scream of despair.

So live each day as if thy last,
For time is swift, and life fleeth fast.
In joy or grief, remember this:
True wealth is found in love's gentle arm.

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You get broken as much as you love.
Or, even more.

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His mercy found me in distress;
His Grace overflowed in my Emptiness,
Saved me when my spirit was crushed.
He wanted a broken vessel.
Oh! How marvelous you are!
I knew there was a reason in that sacrifice you took for me,
For me to recognise it to make me Whole.
Help me believe, your love so shines in brokeness.
Help me to be a faithful witness of your Grace, as I stand, a fallen being.

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So, one day, she laughed more than necessary.
Her smiles naturally radiant.
And her soul dances away cheerfully.
Everything that hurts now eclipsed in love and ataraxia.
The road she trade now seemingly lull and beautiful.
Because God says, "Begin again"
And that's exactly what she did.

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Oh, poor, poor soul! My heart wails.
As she gave herself to the man who doesn't even feel an ounce of guilt wrenching her off of every single thing that matters to her.
Do we call this destiny? Fate? "Oh! Whatever." My heart shattered.
He was a storm; a devastating storm.
Each time he breaks her, her soul shivers an inexpressible amount of agony.
Nothing was pridictable, except that he will be someone she knew not in awhile.
She put up with his chaos none can fathom,
and bore the torturous storms gracefully.
She laughs at his absurdity to keep his calm.
It was not remorse nor guilt, but an overwhelming chasm of misery to run on.
The sting of alcohol had her fighting to just breathe each day; Indeed hope has never left her bones.
And she chose to stay in sobriety and in hostility.
Inconsolable greif weighs her down as she succumbs to an ineffable pain each day.
Her sorrowful eyes will never see happiness again.
Her heart bruised and battered, it would never feel whole again.
Nevertheless, she bore it like someone who has never known sadness.
She will make it.! I sighed.

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As much as the pain pierce through your heart everyday,
You deserve a love that will make you realize,
"Indeed! Without that, I wouldn't have had known this joy does exist." kind of reality check.

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"Oh! Why be in gloom?"
She muttered.
"Ssshhhh! You are bound to crash, heal and grow.!" Said life unapologetically.
The least she could do was harbor on her own scars blended with lots of contentment, wariness and self care.
"Well !!! well !!! well !!!
You made it bravely." Applauded Life.

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Hundreds of thoughts kept me awake each night,
And another hundreds kept me busy each day.
But of it all, I like the way I yearn for a love so sure!
The one that would hold my dreams close to thiers,
Be an advocate for my failures,
Cares like I exist alone,
The kind of love that would stare right into the abyss and still says I am flawless.
The love that aligns their frequency with mine,
And being happy would be an anomaly, I know.
For now this cold and silent heart hustle through space and time towards the most beautiful and passionate collision.

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I don't know where to wait,
But, honestly I draw you in my lines each day.
I look for the seeming love that I know would break me,
My heart unraveling the entangled chaos.
In hopes that you would find your way to dawn our beginning, I yearn.
If only that love is ready to catch the fire, get burnt, and still long to embrace the stars with me.
Oh! Only if the time ticks faster, I feel closer to finding you.
When the time gives way to spring,
I would hold that love as long as I can.

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What is easier.
To Forgive or To Forget?
None!!! Her mellow soul mumbled.
But No! It's possible.
To Forgive and to Forget! She implied.
Only when you know its time to recuperate.
It needs YOU.
And Lo! You are already there. Serenity calls home.

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