JD55: If. Don’t Be Surprised.

The Sun always shines,
The rain still cries.
If you want to feel the sun,
Be surprised not, but you need to get yourself drenched in the rain.

The wind always sings,
The rain still pours.
If you want to dance in the rain,
Be surprised not, but you need to connect yourself to the songs/music from your heart.

The heart is always feeling likewise,
The mind is still thinking otherwise.
Don’t be surprised because if you want to taste those different tastes in life,
You need to use the time for cooking related stuff repeatedly.

The thunder always whines,
The lightings still appear without a ‘Hi’.
If you want to hold someone dear,
Be surprised not, but you need to give enough distance for someone to realise.

Day and night are both for the mind,
Stars are always up there in the sky.
If you want to see what is indeed from the heart,
Be surprised not, but you need to have the ability to see the stars under daylight in the sky.

The day-to-day life always form habits in our life,
Time always reminds us of what we have yet to give it a try.
If you want to find all that is missing in your life,
Be surprised not, but you need to search for the real contrast of ways in life.

Good and evil are always meant to co-exist in life,
Failures and successes are always intended to slow time in the learning experience.
Don’t be surprised if everything seems harder than usual at times because nothing is ever easy especially after multiple tries.
©Destiny92712 

JD54: Shadows

In those dark lanes,
You walked them through with me.
Words of concern,
No given chance to speak.

In those dark hours,
You held on and never let me go,
Simple sentences,
No given courage to say.

Voiceless to cry out what is left in my heart,
Sightless to any lanes on streets.
Songs on the playlist for the missing heart,
Music paying tributes to the dead.

No words in my heart to express my heart.
No words in my mind to express my thought.
Shadows of played scenes are all that’s left,
Is it enough to see me through the darkness until the end?
©Destiny92712

JD53: All It Takes

Sometimes, all it takes is for one to pull through,
To allow time to make it work,
To allow elements in causes to strike a balance.

At times, all it takes is for one to believe,
To allow the free will in all cells to come together,
Under unseen circumstances,
For a chemical reaction to take place.

Most of the times, all it takes, is for one to ignore the pre-set rules.
Just as how the pairing of devices worked.
During times, we have to reset for new pairing,
Or even to pair back to test which devices work best.

Half of the times, all it takes, is for one to share weakness,
To gain insight during each sharing session,
To make sure that no one is alone even if on the journey itself, one has to walk alone.
Real communication is all about sharing both the strength and the weak,
All it takes is a listening ear and a willing heart.

More often in times, all it takes is for one to take the lead,
Not to lead in rigid ways, but to find beauty or more beauty in the ways undertake.
All it takes is merely returning to shapes,
In whatever forms, each was in the beginning,
That’s all it takes.
©Destiny92712

JD52: Worth Fighting For

Tell me not, it isn’t worth fighting for.
Take me as I am because I am someone worth fighting for.
Tell me not, it isn’t worth fighting for.
Take me as I am because I am someone worth fighting for.

Tell me please, it is worth fighting for.
Take me as I am because everything I did was for you.
Tell me please, it is worth fighting for.
Take me as I am because all of me is for you.

There is Love thus it is worth fighting for,
Undying beliefs shall withstand through all falls.
There is Hope thus it is worth fighting for,
Silence speaks the possibilities even in the darkness where all is unseen.

Tell me now, Love is indeed worth fighting for.
Take me as I am for Hopes have all the possibilities.
Tell me now, Hope is the strength that we shall keep fighting for,
In all beliefs, there is more than just one thing worth fighting for.
©Destiny92712

JD51: Don’t Let Go

Follow your heart,
Back to where you started.
Follow your dream,
Back to what you believe.

Don’t let go, 
Don’t let go. 

Do a little dance with each step,
Just as the hands move on the faces of all clocks.
Make a turn slowly,
Even if you have to wait.

Don’t let go, 
Don’t let go. 
Watch and be inspired; all ready when it is your turn,
Just as how the minute or hour hand waited for their turn. 

Follow your heart,
It will lead you to what you saw at where you started.
Follow your dream,
It will take you to the kingdom in which you first believed.

Don’t let go,
Don’t let go.
Follow your heart and dream,
Remember,
Don’t let go.
©Destiny92712

JD46: Love

With different measurements,
In various interpretations.
Some search while others seek,
No one quite knew precisely the method to it.

Never a noun but a verb,
Never a moment but eternal.
One thing for sure is that it can be recognised,
Regardless of how one denies or hides.

I no longer search or seek,
I choose to create or make.
Neither failures nor successes associate with it,
It is always what’s left within that defines.

Many said that time changes them thus causing them to fall out of love,
Most claimed that it is an open feeling.
Yet the truth was,
If time can cause one to change,
If anything or everything will have them change,
then,
It was never truly Love in the beginning.
It was merely a feeling that is near to Love itself.

Love,
It is unmovable,
It is obvious,
It never changes but grows.
Growing brings changes, but it will never change the original shape of Love itself,
Love,
It is perhaps best defined as how to flow in verb form,
We are as water, and how we flow in life is exactly how we Love.

Love is never a What but a How,
Search not for Love,
Remember, you can seek,
Yet the best is that you create or make it.
©Destiny92712


JD45: Moving Bed

Each pull or push, 
Beads of sweat flow with it. 
Most things are more cumbersome than before, 
In the eyes of my injured left wrist. 

Each attempt made, 
Conflicting emotions replayed stories. 
Struggling to keep head above different lakes, 
Dried leaves and branches are those unsaid sorries. 

Changes in the bedroom after two years, 
No farewell party was thrown to bid final goodbyes. 
Aching heart no longer bleeds with fears, 
Time released all that’s meant to fly. 

Tonight shall be new, 
Keeping only what the aching heart needs. 
Songs to dance along are now barely a few, 
Words are now carefully picked, 
On a new route in which both space and silence seem to have its own speech.  
©Destiny92712