There is a God and He is watching over me
There is hope as long as my heart beats
The only way across is through it
There will be peace, I know it
There is a God watching over me
And He will set me free
Tomorrow will be a new day
Anyway, I won’t waste today
Why did I ever stop believing
In all that’s good in this world?
When did I lose faith
In finding and keeping what’s rightfully mine!
How did I fall out of love
with the process of becoming?
Why did I let disappointments cloud my ray of hope?
When did I lose sight of my future, as bright as the stars I preach.
When did I forget that I’m as ready to take on the world as I will ever be.
How did I not see,
Hope is right around the corner;
Miracles happen without even asking;
And life is as beautiful as it can be.
I found you.
When I sat by myself, introspecting,
You were in the reflection of the glass that I was holding.
When I walked the distance in solitary,
You were in the shadow that kept me company.
When the noise all around became overwhelming,
You were the voice in my head that got me going.
It was surprisingly easy to spot you in all the hullabaloo,
Once I knew what I was looking for was you.
You’re my confidence, the best part of me.
And against all odds, I found you in me.
I’m not yet ready for this moment to become a memory but I know I can’t rest.
There’s a greater unknown in the future but I have not even decoded the present.
I’m too slow to move on, too fast to get a hold on my thoughts;
So I’m pausing time in my mind, and trying to memorise everything that make this moment worth living for.
I match my scarfs with my attires,
some with colors and some with patterns.
Like I do my scars, with my memories
of places that I had dared to tread
where I found strength and a rush in my head
Like marks on my body,
that remind me of my journey,
and how worthy of them the destinations can be.
Now I match my scarfs with attires I wear;
Some with colors and some with patterns.
I sit and stare
through the window glass.
It’s crystal clear,
except it’s not;
there’s a blurring fog.
The eyes try to see something
that I still can’t find.
They wander, like aimless travelers,
on paths, near and far,
that seem to lead
somewhere I’m not.
I sit and stare.
I’m right where I always was.
My mind sets on its own journey,
swimming depths of oceans, enduring sandstorms in lonesome deserts…
My boisterous mind runs faster than me and goes farther than I reach
It pushes me to gather pace and chase it down the unending space…
And then, almost without warning, it stops to reflect.
It wants to see its darkest shades.
The hues of life have faded over time
but left their imprints on the walls, like an ancient decorated shrine.
Springing back in action, it comes alive;
Only this time..
it strolls in the alleys and lanes that had forgotten the color of daylight
It’s seeking answers that are waiting at the end of the mazes that the mind itself designed!
Heart & Soul 