Yet I Pray

Yet I Pray ūüĆēūüĆľ

i see them all bowing their heads in supplication
begging earnestly, humbly or maybe i thought
in the church, all Sundays for worship and adoration
over the years as time goes by
and yet i never understand why

why they seemed to be good, to be nice, to be kind
only within the confide of the walls of the church
for everyone to see, for everyone to witness
over the years as time goes by
and yet i never understand why

why they still bang their doors upon arriving their homes
they yell at their servants with little or no reason at all
they nag at the simplest mistakes of their children
over the years as time goes by
and yet i never understand why

they who claimed to be servants of God live a luxurious life, amidst vow of poverty
they have been allegedly molesting women and children
they have been irrational human beings
over the years as time goes by
and yet i never understand why

why, really why, yet i pray.

i pray for God to grant me wisdom to understand
things that i can’t barely acknowledge
pray for God to grant me discernment to preceive things better
over the years as time goes by
and yet i never understand why

why, really why,
yet i pray
i keep praying
even if i don’t know why

from an IG prompt hosted by Rosema of Areadingwriter

Song – Pray (Sam Smithh)

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Manila

Manila

where do i begin to tell you at least, that
i can’t make it here, while you are there
i can’t have breakfast in bed while you are on the phone
i can’t have coffee while you are driving through the highway
i can’t have sumptuous lunch while you are ordering fastfood
i can’t have dinner while watching you fix yours from a distance

where do i begin my dear, to that say i am sorry
ours could be so odd, so odd we don’t see eye to eye
i don’t wanna go to bed whispering goodnight while caught between crazy storms and poor connectivity
i don’t wanna dream of forever hopeful but alone
i don’t wanna wake up at the first blush of sunshine without you by my side

so, while you are there and i am here
trying to figure out the best way to share
our love, our hopes, our dreams
remember then,
life always ends where it begins
ours, just come in full circle

we are back to where our love started;
Manila

From An IG Prompt hosted by Rosema of Areadingwriter

Song – Portland, Maine (Donovan Woods)

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P.S

HAPPY DIWALI to all my Indian friends and poets.

Diwali is a symbol of hope to humankind. May it bring universal compassion, inner joy, love and the awareness of unity to all.ūüíõūüß°‚̧

Turn the Table

Let’s reverse the plan

change the situation

let’s gain the upper hand

turn back time

to the day it started

day one of November notes.

This is also in conclusion to the challenge; and what better way to thank Sarah and Rosema for hosting this challenge than thru short poetry like this.

Thank you to both of you for pushing my limits and making me go beyond my boundaries as a writer. The challenge has made me write themes that I thought I could never actually write.

Day 30 prompt: Turning Tables by Adelenovember-notes-4

Wake up Dreaming

She was broken. Beautiful, but

broken. Nobody noticed.

 

He was magical. Shabby, but magical. Nobody cared.

 

They met me in the least likely place. They met in a dream. In a large, furnished room with a king-sized

bed at the center, where they had both opened their eyes to find themselves lying next to each

other, wearing nothing but the clothes they had slept in.

 

Neither of them panicked. Because they were aware that it was a dream. A dream where whatever

happened couldn’t affect their¬†reality.

They shared multiple eternities in that dream.

In the first eternity, they remained in bed, staring at each other. Never moving closer, but never moving away, either. And never make a sound.

 

The second eternity, they spent rationalizing their situation.

“I think we’re dead,” she said.

He smiled., “Really? I was hoping maybe a coma or a Saturday sleeping in or something.”

She shook her head the side of her face brushing her pillow back and forth. ” I don’t sleep in on Saturdays. Or any day. And we’re too aware of this to be a coma. Coma means brain ¬†damage.”

He snuggled deeper into the mattress thoughtfully. “Hmm. Then maybe we’re dead.”

She sighs. ” I can’t believe ¬†I wasted thirteen sleepless nights on a speech just to die before I deliver it.”

He laughed. “You’re worried at undelivered speech? I was two days away from marrying my girlfriend before I woke up here.”

In the third eternity, they decided to get up.

 

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer

Day 29 prompt: Hunger of the Pinenovember-notes-4

For Now

You’re doing fine…I think

Your heart’s divine… I think

You’ll find your worth

The purpose of your birth

I think so…

You will be great… I hope

You will be strong… I hope¬†

You will be fair

Someone will always be there

I hope so…

And when you feel like giving up

Just pause a little, you can stop

And try to breathe a little lighter

And I swear it will be better

You can be cute… perhaps

You can bear fruit…perhaps

You can triumph

You can even beat a funk

Perhaps, perhaps not…

 

But for now, I’ll take care of you.!!!

 

 

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer

Day 28 prompt: Look After You by The Fray

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Mama

 

I took the wrong lane,

I traveled the wrong path,

I trudged the wrong way,

But

Baby I made it to you,

Mama was there every step

of my way.

 

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Heartstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer

Day 24 prompt: Buses and Trains: Bachelor Girl

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You

“Go where your heart

brings you the greatest joy,” they said.

I did.

But it brought me

the greatest pain instead.

Now

I can’t find joy nor pain.

I lost you.

In my 

Memory.

 

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Heartstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer

Day 23 prompt: You Are A Memory by Message to Bears

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Fallen’

A sunbeam to warm you,

A moonbeam to charm you,

A Celtic angel so nothing can harm you.

‘Cos baby I’ve fallen’ over you

AGAIN…

 

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Heartstrings Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer

Day 22 prompt: Free Fallen’ by John Meyer

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Lies

Give me time

Let me find the fountain of youth

Or maybe Neverland

So we can be kids again together

So that our happily ever after

Can last forever after

But you give me lies instead

So let me find the courage to let you go.

 

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Theresah of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer

Day 21 prompt: Recreational by Aaron Krause

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Scream

I’m screaming your name

In the middle of nowhere

At 2 am

In a raging thunderstorm

Our bodies are small

But our hearts are as big as the world

It’s big enough for everyone we love

Our days are dark

But our hearts are brighter than the sun

It’s enough for everyone.

 

In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Theresa  of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer

Day 20 prompt: Floodgates by Colbie Cailat

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