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bridge builder

(Delayed) Day 318 in 2017

Wet days are endearing;

The weather snuggles close to one’s mood,

Then hog-ties the entire being,

And so paralyzes the day like a piece of damp wood.


Day 218 in 2017

O magnificent firmament,

See me walking on water gutsily,

Towards the uncharted territory,

Surmounting cluelessness and disappointment.

Day 201 in 2017 

Mingle, mingle

How do you know my name? 

Push the shyness to dangle,

Brace oneself to hit the fame! 

Day 200 in 2017

Encircling the focus 

Is to lock the heart at it. 

None other than you could 

See what’s being locked. 

See to it. 

See through it. 

Don’t let the eyes blink out of it,

Even for a split second; 

Or they’ll get distracted 

And never come back at it. 

Day 191 in 2017

There’s always a better reason to run. 

The breath of humanity ignites a reasonable rationale. 

Life stretches beyond one’s world; 

It makes more sense when it touches others’. 

Day 189 in 2017

When asthenia becomes the vigor, 

Life gets real,

As the weaknesses reveal the valid anchor 

Of human zeal. 

Day 186 in 2017

The voluminous curious minds, 

Equipped with little mettlesome hands,

And liberating laughter abound.

To edify is channeling the charm of the learners,

As chanting the imminent prophetic verse,

About the unflagging bridge builders. 

Day 134 in 2017

“Listen to me,”

Said the little girl, in confidence.

“I have a voice; 

It might be tiny, but never insignificant.

It’s the voice of hope, wrapped in faith,

Believing it shall make a difference,

For the sake of my fellow beings, 

Now and in the years to come.”

She lifted her hand, 

And raised her voice again, 

In determination, 

“Listen to my voice!”  

Day 54 in 2017

Under construction

Is sabbatical. 

Being out of the ordinary 

Ushers you to another horizon, a new scenery. 

Be stoical,

During the wait for something historical. 

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