come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Time will flow whether you like it or not
A new budding on the ground shines as a harbinger to incoming newcomers.
Oneself is said to be the largest struggle
I’d say, “leave me be. I shall dare to face my destiny”
Be warned, the pain for successful path may be intolerable, but doubles the limit.
See you soon,
7.12.2019
A sung sang in my heart
Unheard by many, perhaps to even myself
Breathing, one realize one’s lung is dancing
Air flows, passively, but powerfully
Seeping into each inches of the body, it’s consumed, taking control of them
Flowing from one piece to the other
But then again, how does one place differ from the other? Time? Space?
Ah well applaud for the smallest, for the minute tick appropriates the universe
Dancing around it seems, even when all seemed to have stopped.
7.11.2019
Give, and you shall receive,
Let it go, and it will be with you
Believe, it will come true,
Love unconditionally, it will multiply
Cry, for this is the only moment that matters
Laugh, for every second counts and goes
Hold on, for this shall pass, too
Enjoy, for it is a dance that will turn you into a flame that will never stop.
7.10.2019
Drums are beating again, once more for the race among the fray,
Sing along and join us in staccato tab dance, a tango with parrying swords
You are already missed among our fellow contenders, allegedly auspicious days are ahead
If you find yourself beleaguered, may your indefatigable pluck arise from deluge of darkness
Harbinger of affable colleague is already here, cheers to you, dear.
7.9.2019
Though it’s painful,
We must walk the walk, like
Walking on the waves of ocean,
Walking on crackling volcano lava stones,
Walking on the thorniest cactus farm.
Perhaps the mirror that projects this pain
Perhaps reflects what’s inside all along
Singing a melancholy song of independence
Still, let me walk the walk,
For the end of journey is not now
So will anyone know the truth after all
7.8.2019
Closed my eyes, I was home.
Familiar dark, blank, emptiness
A vacuum, where no tangible voice was felt
Except the flows of late summer breeze
And the scent of falling flower petals
Imbued with the ambient rain.
This is home.
In silence, our true colors were felt.
This is our home.
Remember that.
7.7.2019
Running through a track in a public park in behind my apartment,
Cores of illuminations surfaces into the darkness, as the sun sets, dusks showers, and darkness seeps from shadows.
Darker the night broods, the crispier and sharper the light becomes, piercing through corneas.
They come through even when you let your eyelids fall down, tired from running all this time.
And when the ultimate light starts approaching the horizon,
Dutifully, silently, the sparks hide themselves within cloaks of the glorious light, solemnly keeping their positions.
For when the time of need comes again,
They shall arise.
7.6.2019
May you have strength,
For a morning dew may be but a single drop,
It is purest of all,
And has seen the wisdom of the world all by itself.
May you have control of self,
For torrents of rain shall stop, and trashing wind shall become a calm breeze,
It is quintessential of all,
And has drawn the essence of everlasting changes in life.
May have radiating happiness,
For this darkness shall pass, and a gloriously shining golden sun shall dawn on the earth to redeem the world,
It is a righteous all along,
And meet with new light face to face, it will shine ever brighter than before.
7.5.2019
For in what we can share
We find joy and meaningfulness,
I’d found love and grace,
Humbled and honored,
In having lived, breathed, and saw.
7.4.2019
Let if fall, let it rain,
Swords of mirror falling from shiny sky
Plummeting, revealing each sins,
Sharp, cold, and electric. It is unstoppable.
Ah, when will it stop.
Exhausted in heat and pain,
One more prayer is whispered.
7.3.2019
Ralph with Coffee 
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