Saturday, December 8, 2012

Sense

How do you make sense?
Make sense of all this mess.
The restlessness that stirs inside, 
when you just couldn't care less.
How do you figure?
What's right and what's wrong?
Everything's not black and white,
when you're lost in the busy throng.
How do you stand still
and watch the traffic go by?
To disentangle yourself from the web,
caught like a little fly.
How do you find rest?
For the tired and weary soul
To sit back and trust, without any care,
do i even dare?

"Sense" by E.Y 



Sunday, October 7, 2012

Back there again

Back there again
to that moment
to that time.
When skies are blue and roses are red,
when happiness was mine.
But you haunt me down in dreams.
Wasn't reality enough?
When the lines of waking and sleeping
are blurred,
you know i was never that tough.
When songs can make me break down and cry
plucking right at the heartstrings
strumming my pain with their fingers
how could they know what to sing?
i laugh, i smile and walk around
life goes on indeed.
But the dull aching pain of a cut inside
it never seem to cease.
How simple things in everyday life
could bring me back there again
and the wound i plastered so many times
would be scraped open
left to bleed.

"Back there again" by E.Y

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Take a look at me now

Take a look at me now.
You've left an empty space.
How good does it feel  
to finally be free
when you just walk away.

Take a look at me now.
It doesn't take a fool to see
How i fell for your lies
The trailing breadcrumbs
of hope,
stepped apon, sodden
as rain fell from grey skies

Take a look at me now
After all the damage you did
To go back to where i was before
is as hard as it would take.

Take a look at me now
But i wont waste my tears 
Like you've wasted my years 
because of your fears
I should have known better than this.

"Take a look at me now" by E.Y


Wednesday, September 5, 2012

The Mess of Me

Your perfect strokes of colour
layer upon layer;
Igniting hope and desire
from the mess of me.
Meaningless and empty,
just a jumble of shapes and shades;
But Your hands move so deftly,
creating something
out of the mess of me.
In your mind there's a perfect picture
which i could never see;
And i questioned every brush stroke
making more mess of me.
But you went on and on
painting undauntedly;
Slowly i begin to see
what has become of the mess of me.
A priceless painting by the master himself
beautiful as it can be;
Created by your loving hands
from the mess of me.

"The Mess of Me" by E.Y


Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Do you believe?

You can say what i believe in is not real.
You can say i'm deluding myself, living in a fantasy.
You can ask me for proof and i'll never be able to give enough.

But one thing i know, faith is believing without reason; it is having the confidence in things not seen. And i know what i believe is real enough for me. Even if it is a delusion, i'll hold on to it like crazy, because this world is too cold, too harsh and terrible to live in without holding unto something. Believing in something that defines who i am and my whole purpose of living. Call me whatever you want, i only wish you could experience this whole new dimension that you never imagined would exist, because you refuse to believe. There's nothing to lose, just so much to gain-if only you believe.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

More than conquerors


When the dreary days of clinic gets me down, and all hope seems gone, stuck in a mess of patients and schedules and requirements- i am reminded again of what my Lord did for me at the cross.

"What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?
 He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him,  
 graciously give us all things?
 Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies.
 Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died —more than that, who was raised to
 life —is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us."

-Romans 8: 31-35, 37.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Nothing more but You.

Lord give me patience
 when i'm tired of waiting all alone.
Lord give me strength
 when i'm weak i can't do it on my own.
Lord give me joy
 when i cant find a reason to smile.
Lord give me rest
 to lie at your feet just a while.
Lord give me peace
 to calm this raging storm.
Lord give me love
 to bind up what was torn.
Lord give me perseverance
 to finish this lengthy race
Lord give me all of You
 till the day i see Your face.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Hope. Faith. Love.

Hope.
It's what that keeps you waiting
blindly in the dark.
When all seems lost but you keep thinking
there must be something that last.
Faith.
It's what that keeps you hoping
believing in obscurity
When hope seems frail, you know it's still worth it
for all of eternity.
Love.
It's what that keeps you believing
Strength in times of need.
When faith falters and hopes are dashed
Your love will sustain indeed.

"Hope.Faith.Love." by E.Y

"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
-1 Corinthians 13:13

Sunday, April 29, 2012

There and back again


One of the best books ever written. One of my all time favourites. One of the best part in the Lord of the Rings which i love:

Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.

Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?

Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers



Saturday, March 10, 2012

Uncertainties

Isn't that what life is made up of?
Little sprinkles of hope in pools of uncertainties,
drowning.
What would it cost
to hope too high,
dream too much,
think too deep? 
Or would it be better to numb all senses,
so you wouldn't weep?
You wouldn't worry.
You wouldn't cry.
Your heart wouldn't break.
That way the pain stays away.
But without the pain,
what's joy?
Would you trade all the numb painless days
 for a single moment of jubilation?
Would you settle for anything less?
You wouldn't know.
It's a lifetime of uncertainties.

"Uncertainties" by E.Y

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Count your days

   Remember your Creator
   in the days of your youth,
before the days of trouble come
   and the years approach when you will say,
   “I find no pleasure in them”—
  before the sun and the light
   and the moon and the stars grow dark,
   and the clouds return after the rain;
 when the keepers of the house tremble,
   and the strong men stoop,
when the grinders cease because they are few,
   and those looking through the windows grow dim;
 when the doors to the street are closed
   and the sound of grinding fades;
when people rise up at the sound of birds,
   but all their songs grow faint;
 when people are afraid of heights
   and of dangers in the streets;
when the almond tree blossoms
   and the grasshopper drags itself along
   and desire no longer is stirred.
Then people go to their eternal home
   and mourners go about the streets.
  Remember him—before the silver cord is severed,
   and the golden bowl is broken;
before the pitcher is shattered at the spring,
   and the wheel broken at the well,
 and the dust returns to the ground it came from,
   and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

Ecclesiastes 12.
This reminded me to value the days i have in university instead of moaning about them.
To cherish life instead of questioning if it is worth living, for sometimes it gets too tiring just to think of the days i have to go through.
To value every breath that i have left, every heartbeat that remains, for this life is a gift from God.