Take the “doing” direction

I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realized, and I was still alive
― J.K. Rowling

 

The consequence of failure I’ve had to endure in 3 decades of living is actually not trying when I knew I could have done something; I could have changed the game. I dislike the English subjunctives; would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, but this wasn’t enough to drive me toward the ‘doing’ direction. Reflecting on my last quarter, I see vivid marks of my shortcomings. How many times I talked myself out of the possible because someone said it was unlikely or because I became overwhelmed by my own fear to fail.

Safety is essential. But this notion has since kept me confined. The downside is- it keeps you hidden, hidden away from many possibilities, from the best you could become. You’re locked in a frame.

The world is a wild field, packed with raw data. The knowledge that can be acquired every time you engage with it. The kind that ensures you survive and thrives.

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Imperfection

If life’s composition is imperfect, why would so many players try to master it?

Life itself is imperfect,

Shrouded in mystery.

Straighten up, there’s nothing wrong with you!

The faithful and faithless,
all playing a twisted resounding symphony.

You may rise to life’s challenge if you choose.

You are the masterpiece of its imperfections.

 

2018© Comfort

Those days are over

I reflect, on wild days and nights
of raging curses that damn the soul
unrequested purging, we didn’t ask for
but suffered in
because they sparkle like diamond stones

moaning under the death you affirm
pleading mercy for the lies we bought in.
we let you in and you tied us
with laws in guise on righteous lips

Generations’ past,
we’ve longed waited to see through these eyes
the spirit eyes that turns us to rebel
those days are now over
this is where your story ends

 

2018© Comfort

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Meaning

They say life has a meaning, I pause to wonder how
If I am the giver of its meaning, I am never free to choose
Thousand of chains keep me from good will, but they still say I give life its meaning
I’ve never dread the womb that carried me, It is a blessed one

With a smile they lied, one after another,
“it’s a beautiful world”
They sold me for a good bargain and await my offspring to sing them a lullaby
You hold me liable for life’s meaning but I have not a choice in the first place

 

2018© Comfort

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Give me now a brighter day

LIVING IN YOUR PASTURE KNOWING THAT YOU COVER ME

HEAVEN’S FULL OF LIGHT BUT THE DARK KEEP SINKING IN

I WAKE UP TO FIND MY MIRROR BLURRY

THE DIRT KEEPS THE AIR FROM FLOWING DEEP

THOSE SHADOWS OF DOUBT SWALLOWING UP MY COURAGE

NO PRETENCE! THIS IS WHERE I NEED YOU

HERE ON EARTH, IT’S ALWAYS NIGHT

NOW I FEEL MY HEART LIGHTNING

SEND SOME RAIN, WON’T YOU!

REVIVE THE CHILD IN ME

 

2018© Comfort

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Great Poems worth seeing:

Cynical about your Love

Until this moment, we both have each other because we both got something out of it.

It’s been 8 years since we were joined in Holy matrimony. I wondered many nights if you knew that I wasn’t a believer. I never believed your tale of Love. Till now, my tongue freeze whenever you ask me of love. Shadows of resentment quench my heart as you say you love me. You didn’t have to. Looking you in the eye, I smile…because you smiled too. As you move your hands tenderly on my skin, I wish you didn’t have to say ‘I love you’. I wished you had only said ‘I need you’ because that’s closer to the truth. After all, I’m your wife. I won’t deny you. I want it too.

You overuse the word as if the health of this marriage depended on it. Like saying ‘Amen’ after the priest concludes a prayer. You want me to say the same, but instead, my tongue freeze.

Don’t let me mumble lies to you with lustrous tongue. It’s a question I cannot yet answer because…

 

Almost always you chose yourself; your happiness,

scolded my desire for a fair chance

Your interests stood out like a cross I must bear.

I hope you bear mine when the time comes.

Always in your times of need

you say to me “I love you,

this is for our family.”

But in my time of distress,

you set out for a pleasure island,

a bosom free from trouble.

I didn’t die of your sins

they opened my eyes

and now guard my heart

as I hear you say

I love you.

 

© Comfort

 

Seasons: Where Faith Crash

One of the many inevitable occurrences of life is SEASONS. They unfold like the sun and they sure know when to go down. I guess for many of us, we would so much love to choose which one last and stays, but the power behind all natural phenomenon pretty much work beyond what our mind can perceive. If you are like me, well, you might rant in the shower about how unfair life is, maybe nature, generally, is unfair. You might even bite your fingers and nag about unpleasant seasons but still, THE BOSS would say “deal with it!”

summer 2

Summer is my most unpleasant season. It’s not just the temperature, it’s the disappointments and the heat. What a bad combo! Especially since I moved to the Middle East. Nothing gets done on time. Nothing is certain and it becomes the default for me to think of disappointment before it happens.

How are my supposed to walk in faith when 80 out of 100 percent of the time, things just don’t work?

Truth be told, it’s hard because most of the time when we embark on a project, we know the probability of success is pretty high, so we are motivated to keep investing. Nobody likes to invest in a dead end project.

Take chances but bet on a stone foundation. Now, somebody telling me that that stone foundation is unreliable, men, that’s where faith crash.

Whether religious or not, our entire life is filled with seasons. And we are never prepared enough for a betrayal, dismissal from a dream job or an unanswered prayer. And these seasons bear the details of our lives. It’s an “all inclusive” box. And they jump out on their own accord.

They are also filled with opportunities to build inner strengths and character.

In retrospect, I have found my rough seasons more impacting. The aftermath has not, for once, alienated me from my dreams. It has done the opposite and provided me with more clarity and tools. I don’t, always, choose the unpleasant, they choose me. LoL! But they also leave me some goodies to thrive in my next season.

Here is what I hope for…

That you find the right perspective when sweet suddenly turns sour

That in retrospect, you can joyfully say that the medicine was bitter but the patient needed it badly, and

 I hope and pray that you flourish in All your Seasons.

 

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