• Imagine

   

• Imagine yourself caught in heavy downpour

  Would you curse and run for cover under a bus stop

  Or walk slowly and let the raindrops burn your skin?

   

   

• Imagine yourself stuck in traffic

  Would you show the middle finger out of frustration

  Or would you be grateful for 5 minutes of no movement?

   

• Imagine yourself tripping in public

  Would you get up quickly and run as fast as a horse

  Or get up gracefully, smile and take a bow?

   

• Imagine yourself failing a task

  Would you consider yourself a sore loser

  Or think of how to attack the next one?

   

   

• Imagine yourself being different from others

  Would you blend in for that comfort zone

  Or stick with who you are, unique that’s all?

   

• Imagine yourself falling in love

  Would you hide the fact from the person

  Or proudly and with confidence confess it?

   

   

• Imagine yourself rejected

  Would you hurl yourself at that person’s knees

  Or walk away with dignity even it if hurts like hell?

   

• Imagine yourself being loved when you are not ready

  Would you steer clear of that individual

  Or take the risk that maybe, it will work out?

   

   

• Imagine yourself choosing between happiness and wealth

  Would you choose the latter instantly

  Or try until you accomplish both?

   

   

• Imagine yourself forgetting all that you learned

  Would you shut off the world and be dumb

  Or would you take the time to relearn your life?

   

• Imagine yourself in bed alone

  Would you call on random people to satisfy you

  Or sleep in bliss without regretting the next morning?

   

• Imagine yourself not being accepted

  Would you try so hard to fit in, a yes person

  Or say "I don’t’ give a damn"?

   

• Imagine yourself losing Faith

  Would you engage in different types of worship

  Or try to recall moments when you were saved?

   

• Imagine yourself in a lonely marriage

  Would you stick it out for the sake of the kids

  Or part ways before it is too late?

   

   

• Imagine yourself a failure

  Would you admit it and be its mascot

  Or succeed by not giving up?

   

• Imagine yourself being remembered by this author

  Would you ignore it and say "yeah, it’ s just another poem"

  Or would you stop and say hello,

  Catch up with lost time?

   

   

• Imagine yourself as the SOURCE of Inspiration for this Poem.

fleeting happiness and melancholy

In one's life there comes a moment
when you realize that the ONE
You have dreamed of all the time
is just beside you

It is ironic that you look so far
When the ONE who makes you happy
is just in front of you
But the second you wake up
It is now beyond reach

Beyond reach because you choose
Not being able to hold him
Is the truth
But to be with him
Even for a moment is more important
A wish that makes you return to childhood
where life is still perfect

In time you learned to love deeply
More than anything nor anyone
But you choose
Not to be reciprocated
For it destroys the essence
It gives away the magic

For in loving, one finds the answer
to countless questions
That the mind cannot provide
A reasonable phrase
Only the heart knows

We all have our fantasies
But some should stay forever
Almost all seem perfect
That the minute you possess it
It becomes an imperfection

It is inevitable that not all will be granted
But it is the wishing and dreaming
That makes life so sweet to behold
Dreams are made to keep us alive
And to have them means a bitter death

Thirteen pieces of clay

Lined up against the wall

Most are broken, others lost

Some doubting, few had hope

I stood in front of them

Loss for words

Unsure, less confident

Sad for all their miseries

I took each piece of clay

I tried to get a grip on each one

But resistance creeps in

I am not yet worthy

And then I thought

What if I were a piece of Clay

How would I like to be molded?

Crude, with toughness

Or with Faith and Empathy

I closed my books

And started my own clay school

A little room beside the exit sign

Where no one cares to look inside

I attempted to mold the most scarred piece of clay

With his pain and fury in his young existence

My hands bled, my heart ached

But I did not let go, not this time

Little by little I molded that clay

At times, it would improved its form

And most times, it just crumbled

But I always pick up the pieces

The twelve pieces of clay watched

As I showed my determination

Not to give up on them

Even if all the others have done so

See, these pieces of clay are different

They do not have what we possess

A voice, a pair of feet, two perfect hands

A brain that can do things

For six hundred days

We worked hard

To mold each other

Until almost all of us fit together

My right hand was tough

 No excuse just because they are different

My left hand was the most important

It lifts up spirits when they crumble again

I talked to them like they have voices

I run with with them like they have feet

Each time a piece of clay bends in the wrong way

The others mold him back to the team

Last week,  someone took a photo

Of what I worked hard for

Thirteen Pieces of  Clay smiling

With PRIDE and CONFIDENCE

I held each of them so tight

Then I bid farewell

Sure that they will succeed

And live life to the fullest

Thirteen pieces of Clay

Taught, Accepted, Loved

Molded to be Independent

To choose, to Believe that they can

I locked the clay room

There will be more pieces

I smiled and wiped my tears

Thirteen pieces of clay,

Molded with Pieces of my Heart