Round and Around

Oh my beloved, 

You have seized to escape from my presence.


My eyes do search you,

As time’s pulse beats, 

Moment by moment. 

My pupils dance around, 


Round and around,

Magnifying the scent you left with.


My gaze stands still,

Grasping where you had touched.


Why beloved? 

Why have you escaped my sight, 

I am eternally in recognition of your warmth, your sweetness, your breath and your touch.


Whilst you have also escaped, 

Yet you dance in circulation,

Round and around in my heart


Your movement inside me, has

Kept my pulse bearing

And my eyes searching.


My scent in recognition of your sweet perfume. 


My touch in encounter with your feel.


And my breath for the move you make inside me,


Round and around.


Questioning God


Close your eyes. And think; just think what your purpose in this world is. What are you here for and what is the truth. And if so there is a truth, how do you seek it. Or let me just sit back and let allow it to seek me. How are you to know such truths exist? Afteall, all religions and faiths in the world are myths are so to be altered sources passed down so mankind is to follow. Better yet, this contributes to the decline of religion whereby people deny world religions and just turn to theory of science.

I hereby, do not judge one to be a believer or a disbeliever in God. What you seek is seeking you, but why sit back and waste such beloved time. There is an entire universe out there, full of beauty, art, culture and each and one has a purpose for it. Seek its purpose then possess the wisdom of the truth. Everything has its creator, if a chair has a man to create it. Who does man have to create it? We cannot yet answer this, thus accept mankind’s knowledge is yet restricted. We have not all perceived every aspect of life, for example death.

If you were to know that there was a possible truth to the afterlife or even if there was an afterlife wouldn’t you want to know? I mean we have plenty of time in this life but why waste precious chances of risking our opportunity of the afterlife.

Boredom I may be causing here for you readers if you’re reading this, but my main discussion here is all over the place because there is so much truth you can posses about this life. And I preferably know it’s hard to believe such religions, but I come bearing truth. Not the truth you hear in the news or the truth you hear from the uneducated but the truth In my heart which I cling onto. Jesus you may call him, Prama, or God. But I call him my creator, my lord who is unique in his oneness.


Seek the truth of your heart, for it is he you will return to. And better late than never readers.