I’ve not been writing, could that be a worry? Or could that be a blessing? And I’ve been waiting, but I’ve not been writing.
Author Archives: Lily
He writes you
His mannerism with words and agility to pierce it together into a masterpiece, she’ll read timelessly over and falling once more.
That was how everything falls into place and His Love took the space, of her vacant hollowed heart’s maze.
Like herself, He’s a writer but no ordinary one. His words were heaved in diviness. It moulded her with honorable courage, strength and human mindedness.
His words gave her truth. His words never needs proof. His words were filled with promises of eternal bliss if she just put it to practise. And his words, never made her day ever blue.
He is the best writer even against of all writers. Moreover. He is an all-stake high favourite fever, even to His non-readers. And even so, He writes you.
Her Secret
“She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, the inner meanings known only to her.”
In His Hands
And all I ask of you is to just take a leap of faith and put your guard down, put all your worries, sadness, happiness everything in His hands and trust Him.
For which better pair of hands could you entrust everything with, if not other than the Maker of Hearts, Himself.
Put your heart, with the Maker. He will fix you and moreover, He knows best. Put your heart in His Hands.
#reminderforlily
After April’s Joke
My thoughts and prayers goes out to humanity. May we act with love and patience in times of trials and tribulations. And may He ease and soften our hearts.
Hold on tight, my brothers and sisters. The Almighty Lord of the divine worlds is all we need. May He constantly remind us to return back to Him. May we act with grace and courage for the Truth.
For, He is with us. Forever and Always.
The Coming Time
When the time will come, we will never know
And when the time really comes, you will have to let go
But when the time after comes, may we have our next hello.
Love meets clock
You are the seconds of her minutes where flying kisses are meant to keep.
You are the minutes of her hours where her love will always towers.
You are the hours of her day when her heart never intends to stay.
You are her day and her night when you are everything meant in her life.
Dear Faith
Have no fear,
The Almighty is here,
For He is never far but always near,
And you’ll be alright, my dear.
The Moon’s
She’ll tell you stories of the galaxies about him time after time,
like how the stars sang lullabies to the sun,
and like how darkness blankets the sun to sleep,
for its an oscillate representation of how his heart was hers to keep.
And she’ll tell you stories of the galaxies about him time again,
but never on an oath of planets and galaxies that stays the same,
where she was the sun and he was the moon,
and her stories of the galaxies about him would come to an end far too soon.
But she’ll tell you stories of the galaxies about him again – this time increasing sync to her own heartbeat,
hoping for a moment in time where day and night could just meet,
for that was the only wish she asked upon the night stars,
though she fathom it could’ve even took its trip anywhere near Mars.
Alas, she didn’t know she was wishing upon her own,
for she was the star in the daylight tone,
but a twinkle of hope was far better than her rays in light of fears,
even if, time was injustly count in light years.
She’ll tell stories of the galaxies about him a less more,
and also on the gloomy day where the rain poured,
and maybe then, she’s ready to end,
that the sun and the moon were never meant,
or maybe it was just the time – they never had to spend.
Brave Flower 