We can’t be friends,
Mind telling me why.
I know you wanted us To be more,but I am not ready.
So if we can’t just be friends,
Why talk at all.
It started off fun,
Now it’s bitter,
But I hurt too ,no reason
Listening again,
Still wish you could hear me
Whisper sorry.
Hope all friendships
Never do get sour though,
Because though romance
Is beautiful, Friendship too has
A beauty it can never lose.


For someone who is so afraid,
Of people,failure, everything,
For someone so careful,I have made
Alot of wrong decisions.

How did playing it safe become
Playing it tough and mad,
And why wasn’t it safe,
Ofcourse I thought it was then,
But now I look back and wonder,
How did I fail so miserably.

I sat low, said nothing,
Though I longed to stand straight,
But that didn’t keep me from feeling
Like a failure, a fool
My fear of being laughed at let me sit low
But feelings of being a loser weren’t avoided.

Afraid of mistakes, wrong choices,
And I guess being like everyone else,
I avoided alot of relationships,
But was that a good choice,
Did it make me any different,
Funny, I remained lost.

And the fears I’m still fighting,
I will win,
Because I am nolonger on the losing side,
I fight with Him who won the victor’s crown, the King of Israel .

A Lover.


It could start out great,
I look into your eyes and I know
You are the one for me.
Feels crazy but I’m more than happy.

Being in your arms,
Holding you close
Holding hands,
Telling stories till late,
Knowing you love me
And you can give all for me,
All could be.

But I can’t let it be,
I’m afraid when seasons change
I won’t survive the heartbreak
I’m afraid of the lies,
It hasn’t been long, and you are
Already telling them.
Am afraid you will change

Truth is, you are bound to change,
You are human and we do change,
I might change too,
And maybe grow too
So why the fear?

What should church be like?

Oh the prayer books,
Our requests to our Father already
Written down for us to read to Him.
The uninspiring songs because
We can’t take the risk of being modern
But improper before our King.

The good hours, in which we write
Down the requests of all
And read out loud.
Then the hours spent on our knees
So our lover can look on us with pity
And probably mercy.

The days spent listening to one
Holier than thou,
The quiet shame of sharing with him
The wrongs you’ve done
Like your Judge was far from reach.

Then the holy drink and bread,
Telling a tale always, of love
That you alone don’t see.
But , it is follow the set rules,
Say nothing, kneel ,listen
Do only your part and Silence
Am sorry if this fellowship
Just seems a little bizzare for me.

I don’t mind the uncertainty
As long as my Father be with me,
I won’t tell of my sins to a fellow servant
Knowing the King has invited me too
To His throne of mercy
To share in the graces of his presence.

I won’t sing the old tales
Of a helpless sinner
Knowing I can rejoice and
Be glad in my King’s temple.
I’m forgiven and beloved.
I know He alone is my good Judge.

I won’t keep silence,
Knowing even I have been called
Knowing I too have a place ,
In His service.

I won’t beg on my knees for hours
For the saints to plead for me
Knowing He rescued my soul
Knowing I am healed
Knowing my redeemer lives.

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What am I afraid of,
Afraid my prince charming
Might be a frog.

Or that the whole world,
Doesn’t admire Him!
But if he be mine,
Does everyone need to agree?

Or could it be ,
The fear of being no different?
Maybe it’s getting hurt, disappointment.
But love does hurt,
I can’t love and avoid pain,

Could it be losing my youth?
Because that’s something I,
Sadly can’t keep.

Or a claim of having found,
None worthy!
But I am ordinary,
Or do I fancy otherwise?

Is it a romance I seek,
Or a marriage?
But who will tell me the
Difference, if it even exist!

What will tell whether
My love be strong,
Time or passion?


When I’m old enough ,
I don’t want to be grumpy all the time,
I don’t want to have no trust in
Those younger than me.

I would hate it if I grew
To be suspicious of all people around me,
And so very bitter.

And after I have achieved big things in life,
God, help me not to be so serious
About everything in life.

Help remind me of
How beautiful simplicity is,
Of how amazing it would be
If I cared to hear the stories of younger People, and tried to understand them.

Help me know that being forty,
Doesn’t mean my story matters more
Than that of a sixteen year old.

Remind me to crack silly jokes,
To laugh at stupidity,
To know that it’s okay,
To be foolish sometimes.

More importantly, help me remember,
That it maybe so hard at forty,
But life was hard even at sixteen.

The hour glass.

Do we have sands of time?
We say,”Don’t live in the past!”
Live in the present .
That is because if we keep living in the past,we may lose our future.
Our present today determines our future,
Our present tomorrow.
But that is time.

Time hardly waits for us or notices our troubles . It keeps going . But our time on earth, has an end.Ours is but limited.
Soon, we drop dead, & without us,
Time ⏰ goes on.
we say time heals wounds,
But what is your say?
How do we explain the past that keeps on haunting us even on a new sunrise?

But time too has an end.
Time is untouchable, unlimited & keeps on & on. With probably no one crossing it’s paths.But time too has a master.
He is above all.The creator of time is not limited by it.
The past, present & future are at his disposal. We should be glad, that our Master is above all.He hardly waits for time to heal wounds or time to change
us or give us his victory & joy .
When he promises , nothing ever holds him back
Not even time.Now that is God,
He is Almighty.


The world is huge,
It’s round,
And sadly unpredictable,
Just when you hoped a job
Would make you feel like a great person
You start working, and feel like
You are just as lazy and useless as you Used to be.

Just when you hoped more money,
Would make you happier,
You earn more, And sadly
You find you crying more.

You set out ,And tell the world your life
Has just began and it will be great.
Only to end up in a wheelchair
The next afternoon due to an accident.
Or worse, your time is up,
And you leave.

We cover up this unpredictability,
We claim if you only got married
And had a great husband and kid,
Your life would be set,
You get those and sadly,
The fight goes on,
Like it did when you were twelve and your life seemed Ahead of you.