Spare me my solitude...

When I remain silence…
I don’t mean to abandon…
Friendship nor love…
I’m just bidding my time…
Building up my resistance…
For I have to be resilient,
For life has not gone easy on me…
Your presence has been a great manifestation…
Of God’s grace and mercy…
Your companionship is sufficient…
To bring my dreadful days to an end…
But this I have to say my friend…
You have done all you can…
There are voids in me that aren’t meant…
For you nor others to fill…
But the one and only fits in will,
Completes my heart and make my life anew…
I sought not physical pleasure or dazzling looks…
I just want to love and love receive…
Let not my heart be the worldly lust deceive…
I crave for nothing else but one only….
The one and only love that will set me free…

-Bornion Crusader-

A Father's Day Tribute..

In times of hardship...
God's grace is sufficient...
His mercy is abundant...
His love is our daily provision...
And you...
are the manifestation of His presence...
among us...

-Bornion Crusader-

The Vovage...

It is a well known fact…
That everything will come to an end…
Whether it is good or bad…
In the past, now and then...
I found myself back to where I often stand…

It is a well known truth…
The sun will rise and in the evening rest…
I thought it was time to move…
And so I moved-and I did my best…
But I found myself in deep real mess…

It is a well known reality…
Once it passed, it’s gone…
I paid dearly for my stupidity…
I thought I have the whole race won…
In the end I found out myself empty handed, worn and torn…

It is just a stupid tale…
Told and told again…
Of an unguided ship aimlessly sail…
On the oceans of anguish and the seas of pain…
Sometimes I wonder, why does it always, always rains?

-Bornion Crusader-

a mid nite silly dream...

Sometimes I just felt like…
Run away or join a mass get away...
Far away from what we are obliged…
Or the price we ought to pay…
In exchange for a better tomorrow, and today…

Hence we roam the city one day…
Every road and every little single way…
Till the nights are deep are we run astray…
In the empty streets we found our joy…
Just like a child who found a toy…

From one place to another…
We visited places together…
Whereby no one dares to venture…
During the busy working day…
In the lonely and quiet city corner, there we found our pleasure…

Tired and weary we came to the spot…
Where we some peace sought…
Looking up to the full moon hung high in the sky…
Tears came flowing; some started to cry…
After all, far from home…
In this strange land, all alone…

As the season draws to an end…
It’s a new dawn for us, and so to you my friends…
Thanks for being here; you all have been very dear…
Heart to heart talks and friendship walks…
Till then the day we spend together…
Remains in my mind, forever…

-Bornion Crusader-

Curse of the Mother's Day

Cursed be the celebrations of men!!
Shall it just be a remembrance?
Or just a special day for benevolence to the loved ones?
Must it be just a day for kindness?
While the rest the days of detachment and individualism??
I know not the true meaning of Days,
I am confused of its true calling.
Isn’t love ever present?
Why on certain days do we need to show special attention,
Of which I love you tomorrow as how I loved you yesterday and today.
You craved for the comfort the rest sought from words and speeches.
You should have known,
I’m different and “I love you” rarely uttered from my lips,
But that doesn’t mean that I don’t,
Or I never appreciated you,
Rather,
Love is not of feelings, but of faith.
I lost faith n interest in Days,
Never again will I celebrate it,
For it reminds me of how “unloving” one can be,
How “ignorant” and “foolish” can influence one’s mind.
I have tears to spare no more,
You hurt me down,
To the very core.

-Bornion Crusader-