Thursday, March 31, 2011

The fine line between Dependence and Faith

Lately, I noticed that there are a lot of incidents and situations where dependence takes place. We depend on our family, friends, lectures even strangers.

Lately, I also noticed occassions and circumstances of faith taking place.
We walk, talk and live in faith.


But many confuses faith and dependence.
Although the nature of both acts seems similar, the impacts of such actions defer like heaven and earth.


So, we draw a fine line between dependence and faith.

Dependence is instant.
It also brings brief joy but endless pain and disappointment.
It's like cola. Soothing and refreshing at the first gulp.
But is stale and runs out fizz immediately.
It's like running on a treadmill. Provides support for those feet.
But causes a fall once I can't keep up.
It's like a helium balloon. Attracting attention high up in the sky.
But all is lost as it slips out of my hands.
It's like chocolate brownies. Sugary and packed with excitement.
But is queasy and unsettling in bounty.

However,
Faith is eternal.
The sweetness of its fruits will quench everlasting thirst.
And satisfy never-ending hunger.
It's like the encyclopeadia. Rich and full of wisdom.
But also specially dedicated to me.
It's like a pacemaker. Giving me a prominent scar.
But also assures me of a better life.
It's like coffee. Addictive and full of satisfaction.
But also provides the jolt I need when weary.
It's like lifting weights. All fit, slim and slender.
But alo gives muscles to carry immense weight of life.

It was never a question of which is better than the other.
It was never a question of choosing the best choice.
It ha always been "Why so little faith, my children?"


Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Don't Think You Do


Walk away, that's your clue
Push push me away, that's all you ever do
You say you're nice
Why do I pay the price?
Promising me the world and the moon
That's just cruel, a little too soon.

I'm so sorry but I love you
Lies, I know them too.
But standing here, I spit what's true
I'm so sorry but I don't think you do.

You're afraid the stars will harm you
Run away, from all pain and hard truth
Losing sparks and feeling numb.
Insecurities and acting dumb.
That's what you have become,
Don't you dare tell me to stay calm.

I'm so sorry but I love you
Lies, I know them too
But standing here, I spit what's true
I'm so sorry but I don't think you do

Wanting back your heart and soul.
All to feed, feed your popularity.
There's nothing I can return oh, so cold.
When your heart was never even my property.

I'm so sorry but I love you
Lies, I know them too
Treating me right
Only for one night
Standing there, all alone
I'm so sorry but I'm already gone.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Trying too hard

Everyone wants to be somebody these days.
They thirst for the limelight and more attention.
But is it all worth it?

Who do we want to impress?
Ourselves or others?
Why try so hard to fit in?
When you're clearly feeling like fish out of water.

What's the freaking point?
Of being popular but uncomfortable in your own skin?
Of being someone people lust after but never loved?
Of impressing other but feeling lonely and empty inside?

The world is occupied by people who are so full of themselves.
Narcissist, egoist, posers
Proudly claiming to be individualistic, special and unconventional
When in reality, everyone;s just full of s***
And that.. is just so pathetic!

Monday, March 7, 2011

Two

There are two of them.
Both equally loved by people.
Both equally special in their own ways.

Then there's a storm that drew them apart.
One denied all the roots of the problem and the other refuses to budge.
Not knowing the source, you stood right in the middle.
Looking left and right.
At both of them, wondering what to do.

You finally decided.
To just stand and watch.
The world you once know break apart.
And you begin to wonder
Where did it all go wrong.

There are two of them.
Both equally loved.
Both equally special.
But in the end,
there are three lonely people in the world.
And they never knew,
How did everything turn out so wrong.