In memory of you

You are the high note

I always sing and, still, miss.

You are the prose

I dearly write but cannot finish

‘Cause every time I begin

I get lost in the labyrinth

Of my limited memory of you.



Swim even if it weighs too much
See, you’re moving forward.
Stop asking why you can’t fly
Nor worry if the sky’s fully booked.
Swim deeper ’till you can
Learn and embrace the ocean
There’s so much room for more.


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I know you change the atmosphere
Shifting the mood every time you’re near
But today I never felt so special
Like a child to whom fun is essential.

You said it’s okay to pour it out
If you’ve reached your tipping point.
To release that heaviness and mess
To Him who can turn it to be blessed.

You pat me on the shoulder,
And wiped every doubt and fear
Because even if you’ve given it all,
Know for sure that you’ll overflow.

World of Comfort Food

What if the world is full of chocolate?
Well, everyone must celebrate!
What if the world is full of banana pie?
Will we really be satisfied?

I once asked God, why aren’t this world,
Filled with all kinds of comfort food.
He replied, “I didn’t because I love you!
Darling, comfort isn’t all you need.”

Well, that wasn’t I expected.
“There’s more to that” he continued,
“You need strength that comes from above.
You need to grow and mature, grow in love!”

Why do we run after those things,
Those habits that are temporal and perishing?
When we can drink from the Fountain of Life
That never runs out, never runs dry.


Hello?! Is anyone here?

I once was lost then found.
But can something found be lost again?
I crossed the river and reached the land.
Haven’t I? Or was it just an illusion of mine?

Search me, wouldn’t it be just one click away?
Or maybe I’m in an out of coverage area.
Have I left your presence or ran away?
Or you had lost sight of me in the process?

The power rangers is flying high
But here I am, not knowing where I stand.
Who cares? They busy saving the city.
Why search for the one at the expense of many?

This place is kinda scare, you know.
No place to hide, no one to talk or ask direction.
A place of nothingness and emptiness,
Lost in the map, no GPS, where am I?

Yes! Maybe one call may help!
I might not know where I am, but as you call
Surely, I will know where to go, what to follow
I sat there waiting… waiting for that call.


What do you do when your system is awake but you need to sleep because you need to rush to an outing at 6 o’clock in the morning? Write.

I used to stay outside my grandma’s store,
Listening to the coconut trees as if they’re whispering,
Staring at the tiny billion stars as if showing something,
Sitting beside my friends who walked all the way here,
Even they could see the same scene at home.

Why does it feel good to talk at this time?
To talk about life, it’s greatest pain and joy.
Why is it easier to talk some serious things?
Matters that seemed to be as deep as the ocean.
You could drown in the violent waves of emotion!

Yes, you might. Or had been drowned.
Maybe it’s because of the moon!
He might have pulled you with gravity.
Wind, who pushed you gently off the shore.
Relax, you might have overreact.

Beneficial or fatal, you might want to be cautious!
Instead of testing the waters, why not talk to the Trusted.
Stop the gossiping or the getting-to-know-you gaming.
Shake off that overthinking and over-worrying,
But hand it over to God. Talk to Him.

It’s as easy as pie!
No mathematical formula needed.
You don’t need to fear the raging ocean.
Cause at one command He can calm that storm!
He loves you, listens to you and answers.