A Solitary Soul

Awaken to a deathly silence
In search for a lover, a companion
Among the midst of the faceless multitudes
A longing for a beautiful reunion
Heart pounding ready to offer one's gratitude
The many years of endless waiting
Yes, Soon! Soon, it will be over.
But truth be told, there was no meeting
It was a tale to happen never
One has to surrender to an eternal absence.

Can one bear such utter sadness?
There is no quench to a grieving soul
Not even the painful tears of bitter sorrow
Only one face can get it whole
One wishes not for a better tomorrow
Put to sleep the numbing ache
Of a lonely heart without a mate
To roam the world so one can make
A turn around of fate
Because to live without is total madness.


by Soniador 

Yes, We Can.

So, I say let's be crazy

Be not hazy

To rebel not follow

Go against the flow

Think outside the box  

To be cunning like a fox

Change the norms

Never mold with the forms

Believe the impossible

For we are responsible

If we want one heck of a future

Rise above the culture

Of mediocrity

and inferiority 

Dare to think we can

For the sake of every man 

Yes, we can change the world.

Soniador  

Will by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

                                                       

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,

Can circumvent or hinder or control

The firm resolve of a determined soul.

Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great;

All things give way before it, soon or late.

What obstacle can stay the mighty force

Of the sea-seeking river in its course,

Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait?

Each well-born soul must win what it deserves. 

 Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate

Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves,

Whose slightest action or inaction serve.

The one great aim.

Why, even Death stands still,

And waits an hour sometimes for such a will.

Ever heard the cliche, "If there's a will, there's a way?" I'm sure we all did at one point in our lives. The truism of this maxim rings loud and clear in this poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. It's not just any ordinary will but it's the kind of will that does not bow to circumstance, problems, or any hindrances. It's a will that even makes the inevitable stand still. 

Can you imagine what we can do if we have such a will?   

The Daily Battle

Yesterday, I was on top of the world

I felt like I conquered Mt. Everest

Or won the Olympics medal of gold

It was a feeling that tastes the sweetest

Today, I am on the brink of despair

I am barely breathing and barely living

Every little thing is a bother

I am choking and my heart is screaming
The pressures of life is too much to bear

Is there a better tomorrow? 

What lies ahead after the sunset?

I wish to wake up to that same yesterday

But today makes me want to burrow

To hide from the haunting glare of despair 

Or turn my back and simply walk away

                                                                 


My heart broken

My spirit is downcast

But a glimmer of hope awaken

The buried dream of my past

My dead soul enlightened 

With a soft whisper from the King of Atlas

He held my hand and said, "Arise my warrior"

You must fight the daily battle.









                                                                            


                                                                     Soniador