Right Back.

I can’t find my past
in my head,
there are visions
that I cannot connect.
Dreams, that are
too damaged to conceive.
My subconscious
is but a hazy stance,
ripped apart
trapped in a mere trance.
My present isn’t
refined as well,
shrouded by a cloud
perhaps it’s but a quell.
In spite all that,
you appeared with majesty,
brought me back to life,
collected all my debris.
You have no idea
how much it means to me –
to be put right back
to my destiny.

MR @ 2016


Girl In 210 (2/3)

She was that girl
with jet black hair,
a tantalizing smile,
and beauty she didn’t know was there.
She was mysterious,
or maybe I was just delirious?
Was it true that I met her?
On that rainy day in September.
She was all I could think of,
even with a pool of options.
Though I met her but once,
I believed fate will mind its course.
Three years had gone,
I’ve moved out from my folks’ home.
Though every time I visited,
I still look around for this girl.

While I was wandering the hallway
towards my folks’s flat,
I noticed our flat number was 212,
I was caught in shock.
Could it have been
that she’s from Flat 210?
Or is it just me again,
making up scenes in my head?
If I was right though,
she’s just two doors away.
I could create my own destiny
manage the course of my fate.
I headed slowly, heartbeat racing
palms sweating, slowly pacing.
I knocked on the door,
hoping to see my girl – 210.

Nobody answered
and there was that eerie stillness.
I hurried back to our home
asked my mother if she had known.
The girl I have been searching for,
that girl who caught my heart.
My mother spoke with sad eyes,
saying she’s known them for a while.
She said she knew the history
of the girl I wished was destined for me.
I sat in silence and let her speak
hoping she will unveil Girl 210′s mystique.


Destiny V. Freewill

Over the weekend, my friend and I were talking about love. It’s not an uncommon thing for us to talk about, and neither was it an uncommon thing that most people I know would seek to speak with me regarding their confusion on “Love”. I don’t consider myself to be an expert on that subject, but I am a pretty good listener. 😉

So on the course of the conversation, this friend of mine asked me what I thought about “Destiny” or she was probably asking me what’s my take on it (and if it’s relative to hers). I told her that I didn’t believe it, and to further elaborate on the matter is the reason why I am writing about it now:

“There are things in life that aren’t meant for us” is an adage a lot of people are pretty fond of saying. To me, it’s like an excuse – a flimsy excuse to not pursue what you want to do or want to have. The real excuse could be that the path is too difficult for you to continue, or that it’s too complicated, or that you’re too afraid. I don’t think a God who is as mighty as He to have given us the gift of “Freewill” would put a plan into our lives that no matter how much we turn around and change the end-game, we will end up exactly where He wants us to, no. I don’t believe in a predestination designed for our individual lives. It’s just not right.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I choose to believe in having a choice, rather than submit to that so-called Destiny. We create our own destiny. We are the excuse behind all the things that unfold before us. Yes, some things might be out of our control like death or poverty, but that doesn’t mean that we can just choose to submit to everything else and let “destiny” take its course. I still believe that we are, indeed, the masters of our fate and the captains of our souls.

MR @ 2016