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Love

In a world of an arduous fray;
Chancy and filled with a dreary guile
Life is an incessant quest for a fairy play;
Of a home for solace and a smile
’tis a blessing to be therefore to all
That to LOVE the prudent may call

In love the soul finds a home;
Distant from the chaos and the pain
In Love the heart finds a home;
Beyond the agony and the wane
’tis worth to implore souls to Love
That grief may find novelty in Love.

Love is benevolent and benign;
Soothing souls in anguish and despair
Love is cherishing and dearly divine;
Bequeathing souls with pious affair
’tis so graceful to love and be loved
That hate may find love in the unloved

Love a woman in her tender spirit;
Adorning her virtues and stiffly travail
Love a man in his resolute spirit;
Abetting him with a bold spirit to trail
’tis beauty to see her spread her wings
That soars as a blissful song he sings

In love every weary soul delights;
Free in the wings of hope and ecstasy
In love every burdened soul alights;
Free from chains of hate and enmity
’tis priceless therefore to love in bliss
That we may share but Love alone we wis’

Shall we now be awake therefore;
From dungeons of hatred to love
Shall we now love and warmly adore;
Friendships and families and love
’tis pure joy to affiance with goodness
That the world but be filled with gentleness

Yet I have hopes and dreams -fancy

What is frivolous to a soul like mine

Everything indeed is solemn and twined

Cheerless and sorry as burdened by calamity

Cursed with tortuous paths destined to vanity

In foolery with delusions fated to jumble

An obscure path thence walked and so stumble

Tumbling down life’s boulevard of perplexity

Slammed by the saints; accused of profanity

Have I been forsaken by the wrath of gods?

For I’ve been walloped with abstruse and odds

Helplessly inflicted with the chaos of agony

Destituted of delight yet choked in catastrophe

The past haunts me with anxious forebodings

Once in my prime youth with potent goadings

Dwindling the tenderness in thrill and ecstasy

Frittering times in the perils of dark fantasy

Is this the rationale to life’s viciousness?

A condign consensus of the gods’ maliciousness?

My heart aches in the mind’s grief and fidgety

Down memory lane takes my soul to melancholy

None a chime to life and me down the line

Conversely withal could it be otherwise benign?

I know not for the future I cannot foresee

Yet there’s hope in the twinkling stars I see

In the city-lights shines dreams so fancy

And in the dawn awakes a life worth one’s while

So as such I shall learn to hope in delicacy

Amidst the vice for I believe in life’s worthwhile.

If you ever feel like letting go.

What is beauty that money can buy?

What is love that doesn’t give it’s all?

What is a soul that’s doomed to eternity?

What is life to live without smiles? 

I often ask myself these questions. I’m not clear however, if it is just meaningless or it is just another way round of life. I mean, are there people supposed to be just this way, doomed in gloom, cheerless and lifeless. Besides, is this just the way God wanted us to be when he gave mama the strength to bring us to life. Sometimes, I’m lost in between the perplexity of my own answers. What then is life and what are all these pains? Is there just no way out or no way round.
I remember back when I was just a lil kid, dad would come home drunk and there was nothing I used to be scared of more than the moments that would follow. Dad would call out for mama and always tries to pick her for a drama. While mama would cry and curse herself and dad, granny always tried to soothe me to sleep with stories of fairy tales when she knows it was terror in our house. I can still remember the sounds of mama weeping that I hear from my bedroom where me and granny used to sleep. Granny somehow lulls me to sleep and it’s just another day and another drama. 
I do have fond memories too, no draperies in those days, I would wake up every morning wet to my butts. Granny was the one who always takes care of it. I still can’t say if I’m lucky or not that I had a little sister soon after me who usurped the throne of mama’s lap and arms from me and left me never spending enough time with mama, but like I dunno, granny just feels great too. Those weren’t days that you would find someone idle without nothing to do, maybe that owes to the fact that I was a dirty kid with rare goodnight sleeps because I had to employ granny to tend to my itching back. I even made her rules, left-right and up-down. For some days, we even had a brush hidden ready under my pillow -granny’s nails must’ve been hurted bad, maybe. 
Dad still drinks and I was still that lil shabby-raggy dirty kid. But somehow life goes on and takes me on. From the village school to elementary in a nearby town to a farther town, passed examinations and went to a little far off town, lived my life and my bad days and until finally I flew to a blind date with my career in the capital city. However, it gave me an impetus of changes in my life. Besides, every day becomes a fight in that foreign place and often huddles between colours so rare back home. Sweet and pleasant and sour and bitter were the days. Love promises and broken hearts as I’ve always been fond of: my friend now knows. 
I had my worst days I do not even dare to talk about it even today, moments I stooped so low and stood solo. Good days I will forever cherish and good people too. Moments I want to recall to live it once again and feel the joy, moments I want to recall to live it once again to change the path I chose. And of course love that once lasted forever in my little world of dreams and love that I gave my life to, a hundred and a hundred times in my mind. If I’m to get to it, those feelings weren’t a lie back then, but now it’s like a film we really like -talking about it over and over again. By the way, life has all been good and rough and tough. 
Somehow, life goes on and takes me on. Now I’m 24 and I’m alive. And most of all, so much has changed -24 years since God gave me a family to smile with. But we didn’t smile all along, in fact, my mama must’ve had more days of pain than smiles. I dunno how we get this far to realise the blessing of a family to it’s best or maybe to the most we’ve known so far. Mama suffers to give us life she still does, daddy works in drops of his sweat and still does to get us moving towards this new world, granny prays for all of us for every blessing from God and she still does. My uncles and aunts and nephews and nieces seems to me a little more of blessing each passing time. And the best is daddy, and he drinks no more, today he’s a daddy who teaches and leads in prayers -God’s blessing dearest of all. Sometimes, I feel like I’m living a miracle now. Then sometimes I realise this is still the world we’re living in and it’s never perfect but a series of fights and bruises and healing and scars. 
Would you still believe in lies of pains and struggles? Would you believe me now if I tell you that everything will soon be alright? Maybe, just maybe, a few more weeks and it’ll be alright or just a few more days or a few more moments and it’ll soon be alright. Nothing lasts, nothing does and pains won’t. Things will change and it can be strange, taking you to places you’ve never imagined yourself to be in -places that are dearest. As we live our lives, I want us to hope and look beyond what we can see with these worldly eyes, but to learn to see with our souls and feel with our hearts and everything will be alright. 
And as for me: a little troubled mind with no knowledge of science but just love and hope in my heart. God must’ve broken a hundred promises to keep me alive. If I were God, I’d sliced me into pieces and let me dance with salt in my veins. But God is good and I’m smiling. Thank you God for loving a bump like me. Thank you god for my family and friends too. 🖤

Humanity and Everything.

Live with the passion to love. Live to live. And it matters what your definition of living is. Your definition of living is of crucial importance as it really determines how you live. Despite the fact that most people chooses to live, to live life just the way they want to live, which is either irrational or made up of delusions. Remember, that your reasons to live must never be another man’s misery but you must rather be a trustworthy soul who brightens someone else’s day. 

The world is a global village, so does everybody believes it to be. Now, informations can be shared every moment to every part of the world; to space and to the deepest under. Yes! the world does is a global village when man can travel round the world in no time, making it feel like a really small village where you can take an evening walk in just half-an-hour. But have you ever felt like it misses out on a lot of things to be the ideal village? 

I wouldn’t have an argument if science and technology alone serves the reason to a global village, you will be right in that case. But to me, humanity and life lessons must come before technology and the most luxurious mansions. This is what i believe is missed out by the pioneers of our globalisation. “Blinded by rage”, as I wrote on an earlier piece of mine, the world is blinded by the desires of our mind, caged in curiousity for inventions, discovery and explorations -the much loved science and technology that has proudly brought us its masterpiece, globalisation. However, this wouldn’t necessarily mean that I have no appreciations for all that science and technology is to our lives. But just simple as rice-cooked serves us better, so will things be when it serves right in it’s turn in our lives. For what use will a beauty be if one is blind to see. Shouldn’t we be a little more lively to really live?

The question of science and technology, whether it is a boon or a curse needs philosphocial rationality. It first has to be back to our own basic interpretations of life and our thoughts on living. So, question your hearts and speak out what you feel. If you’ve really looked into your hearts, I bet you’ll be on the right side -humanity matters most. 

Children starving and dying of malnutrition and improper care. Wars and battles fought with bullets and hates. For peace or power?. Soldiers dying, women crying, leaders worrying -agonizing. Even if peace takes twice as much as the population of our world today, there had already be peace saved for hundreds of generations to come. Where is peace and safety promised on every soldiers funeral?. But the wars won’t end, battles won’t stop, if you feel insecure you’ll always be even if special forces guarded you round the clock. I’m sorry I can see no end to it, but, I do see an end of it in your life. Get out of it!. Hate of our own kind, dishonesty, grudges, are all the same, much as wars and battles are. Find a reason to live, let the people who hate hates, but we ought to love the world. Plant a few tress and more if you feel that your world is being threatened by global warming. Show more love if you feel the world needs it. 

Hate has taken us too far now and our global village is at risk and we need global humanity. The world needs a little more of us to fight, with patience and endurance, to show love and our passion for peace and brotherhood.

Look within your heart, see, it does not delight in misery or the troubles of the world. How good would it feels to live in harmony?. I know hate will not and never leave the world. But then, someone has to hope for love. Someone has to keep hoping. Maybe that’s the part we’re supposed to play in this world. 

Tell me not, for I’m not lost in my emotions. Take a deep breathe and think, this isn’t just what the world has to be. It’s really going crazy and insane. Well, I’m not a saint but I know life’s not a game. This is about me, this is about you, this is about us and our world. This is about humanity. And even if ISIS won’t stop killing in the name of allah, even if our armed-undergrounds won’t surrender their arms, even if we hates our own kind and even if it you feel fighting against it would only be living in vanity. We have to fight; this is the only way to make our world a better place to live in. To make someone believe in humanity admist the brutality and cruelty of life. That must be our lives!

Hinkho

HINKHO hi koi dia ba num chom deh di ham. Ei sem pathen jong koi dia phachom deh di ham. Mitin in geljing intin henaovinte, hinkho a thilse in vang lunggentheina bou ei pe ji uve. Thoh hahsa kiti poupou invang kipana eipe uvinte.

ANUP pen e tia kana gellai kahinkho chu, jansot lung in kagel gel jin, kisih lunghem nan kadim j bou e. Koukit thei chu hile o tin kagel jin, khankholui  chengchu khat gentheina ding hilou kipana di joh in mangtange tin kagel ji e. Hinlah koukit theilou o phatchesa, jao a sahei pah bang bep iphat nei sun u. Ka phat hoilai tampi ana kichai chu ahitai.

U-LE-NAO khankho to-lou, tahsa nupsah nading bou lunggel kana nei cheng in, tuhin kei ling le khao in eitom bang in, jansot lung genthei nan eibom ji e. Ka lhinlel na cheng suhdih thei di hile tia kagel ji vangin phat le nikho ana kikhel man chu ahi ji tai. Ana e tin la lunggel ngah nading umdeh jilou o… kipana ding ni khal-lai jou va-tui-dap bang kaholhol ji ta e. Kipana changdia la lom joulou o, kahinkho hi gentheina in eibom ji e.

LEISET a hi mihem chu achandia lom chang cheh ahimong’e o. Phat le nikho chal chal intin, hinkho’n nakhankho ding hin gel inte. Nahinkho chu itobang hinam, ole nupsah ding lunggel a bou dim nalai nahim, kisih genthei na ding ni hunglhung loi inte. Mitin in sei jing nante, hinlah na kisih ni tailou in na gntheina chan ding he jou pon nate. Che gntheina chu, kisih mitlhi lon in ana bom mithei tante o. Nupsah na cheng chu o tuhin gentheinan a lei. 

HINKHO hi ngol na leh genthei na jeng mun  bou ahi in, hinkho hi chihna leh kipana jeng mun bou jong ahi.  Koi kipa na ba chamkim di ham. Hinla gentheina vang thi doh ma numjo dinga kilang jilou ham. Kisih na jong janmang bou ana hile tia kigel ji a, lonlhi long chenjong kipana lonlhi joh ana hileh o tia kigel jilou hm. Ahah e na hinkho hi ole bei ham, thilpha nabol leh thilpha, thilse nabol leh thilse o. Hinkho hi a kisuh ngap e.

KALUNGSET’E e kangaipen e, hinlah khatvei kom kageldoh jiteng lunggel gentheina in ei bom ji e. samang kajal mo  j e, jankhosot lonlhin kalon pi lo ji e, nakhankholui cheng lung a kagel ji teng. Ka iiitpen kalungset hi mi angdang ana koi kha nahim o, lungset dang ana lungmon kha nahim o.  Kua kei nei khoto bang lungset nana khoto chu iti ba hitam. Na lung a suhkeh a nadalhah hitam. lengdang asan hitam.  Kei ana hileng o lungset  nana chan chu, nana dalha ponge -na lungsetpen hijing nang’e.  Hibang lungset um mailhaisel a vetnum umpen hi, nagnthei di janmang in jong ana phal pong’e, lung in lhalihjan bang hijing in nate. Lonlhia nana lon nacheng kipana’n le sah nang’e, na puldou na lunggnthei na cheng lungmon nan le sah nang e, na anglai a kalungset e boi gntheina himhim ngdin kaphalpuoi kana ti chu, lung in gel jingin, molso tange.

HINKHO hi o, jansot lunggel hi gil deh ji mong ham. Jan sot lung ana gel tem o ipi lung a hung lang m. Ka mi lungsetna kasei hi ihinkho tobang hibou inte. Gentheina le kipana dim jing ihinkho hi, lunggenthei na cheng jeh in lunglhadai deh ji pou hite, hinkho lamhil a nei in, thohhat a thahat in malam no jou hite, kipanani hunglhung loi nante. Koi ba chamkim di ham, hijongleh chamkim di got chu chamkim na hijeng lou di ham. Bolkhel ho chu bolkhah in hin khel intin, gentheina chu kipanan hin khel loi inte. Ajehchu idamsung in kipana di ni jong kinepna neokhat a bou gamlha ahibou e. Idamsungse’n phat jong a gei sang dehpuoi, kisih na cheng tua semphat a pha hitalou ham.

BOI jansot gentheina ijat thoh jongleng nang themmo kachan deh poi, kachandia lom ahi. Lung in themmo kichan j hih in ong kei gentheina ho jih in, keijong a themmo kahi bou e. Kingaidam ta hite, lungnat na jong ana dai deudeu nante. Khonung a kipana di tamtah gel in kinem pum in ana lungdet jing ta hite o. Lungtup molso nading phat le ni jong hunglhung intin chuteng hinkho kipana galjou chu ana hita hite.

HINKHO hi o, lunggel jousen a ngah na umlou lunggel nei nante. Mi khat chun samsao dei intin, khatchun sam chom dei intin, khat kit chun ama dia ahoi bepseu dei inte. Ama dia ahoi bepseu chu hoiche pen chu ba hi di tam. koi lunggel mu thei la ki umlou o. Itobang hijongleh mihem tehi ngailut na anei a dihtah a a tuhchah jing poule asem Pathen in lolhingsel in gel nante. Ngailut na nei pum in achandia lom changdin in mailhei leh kinemtah a ngahjing in hinkho lampi hin jot jingtan o. Thildang vangchu, mitphet kahlou a kikhel jengthei, mitlhi long a kisih na a ilung sugentheidi d jeng bou ahi.

and nothings gonna last forever. Things that you have today will someday be gone as wind as though it’d never been with you. The sweetest scent of the flowers will someday lose its scent and it’ll just be fallen petals troded -on. The cutiest of faces will someday just be old wrinkles. Love that once made you smile will someday just be tears in your eyes. 

nothings gonna last forever; not the sunshine, not the rain. One day you smile yourself to cloud nine and the other day you fall as dead to the ground. Life is such and time had his hands on the steering mount. You’re on it, driven through plains and moutains and desserts and oceans. Sometimes you feel dizzy, sick of the journey. And sometimes you peep out the window in joy and fun.

nothings gonna last forever and you can’t protest in disagreement. Because life is fair and every souls treading on the same path as you, thats life. well, you can be a captive held on in a chain, on way to another security-cell. or you are just a traveller looking for adventures on the mystery road to another life. Life is not merely what is happening around you, it is more of what you think and more of how you want to think it. I love to refer life as a game of mind where everyone holds the key to victory -the only key that is our mindsets.

nothings gonna last forever and one things remains a fact of possibility for a better life. Like how you play your mind, what is also important is how you held on to something when you have it. Something can stay as short with you as a blink, but if in that blink of an eye you saw a wonderful sight and cherish, well that counts. If some people comes and stays with you for a short while, give you a lot of smiles and leave you. You don’t wanna be sad missing her, you would rather wanna be happy that she came and made you smile, and be able to say, ‘thats a gift of life’ . Move on, lifes a journey and you’re as bad as dead if you refuse to move on. 

nothings gonna last forever, you and I are sure as hell to be dying someday, leaving the world and every precious pearls we wanna have forever. What could be our lives purposes. There’s really one that youre destined to or fated to be – to the thing you love most. Listen to your heart. Life is supposed to be good and nice, with when you can handle the unpleasant and unlucky dice the good way. Life is not a dice rolled, but life sometimes can be lucky for you. So, life is a mystery for the carefree and a planned purpose for the planned. It is whatever, where you choose whatever and good will take you to best.

nothings gonna last forever, and as confusing and complicated as i explained the way I feel and believe it, life can be rough and tough. But there remains in the corner, vaque and unclear to the world, the greatest gift of life, the gift of choice governed by instincts and conscience often made of the world around. So, every soul have something to give to the world, the gift of hope of a better life.

Your choice matters and choosing the best matters most 😍😍😍