#PrayForMH370

The solemn sky had turned pitch o' black
The blue sea is acursed
Rain drops now dance lightly on the earth
Mother Nature is crying with her might

It would be like tearing up one's own heart
To just try and imagine
The horror. The anguish.
'Tis the tragedy of deepest sorrow
'Tis the tragedy of greatest mystery

All shrouded well
Darkness overcame light

No one knows what happened
None to tell the story guarded by heaven
And so, now we pray

If it's broken, show us the remnants
If it's scarred, show us the wounds
If it's beneath, let us see
If it's safe, let us know

Prithee, God
If it's there, tell us where

LIGHTS

I'd be lying to actually say that I don't miss 'em. That world of glistening lights, bouquets, praises, standing ovations, and empowering music. It was indeed a fantasy dream you never want to wake up from. And yet I did. It was tough, it hurt, it hurts still. Countless times had I planned my return, my revival, and yet.... I always manage to stop myself. 

Sometimes, when you're up there so high, you can't seem to notice the cobwebs tangling you,, trapping you in an endless nightmare. And what's worse? The nightmare is you yourself. Birds are meant to fly as masters of the sky, and we mere mortals are meant to dwell on the barren earth... coz when you're flying as a master of the sky, or acting like one, you tend to forget all these precious gems you left in your absence.

That stage may be the place I'm most at ease. 

But it drags you away from Him. Before you realise it, you stop reciting prayers. Before you realise it, you stop reading His love letters, you stop pondering over His mighty words. You stop everything all together, just to make it in time to step under that spotlight. You might as well just stop breathing for all it's worth. 

It was fun, and I had my share. I just hope that the next time I step into that world again, it would be for Him and Him alone.

The encounter

"He who hides behind curtains"

"He who lurks beneath shadows"

"He whose might crushes all"

"He whose sight betrays yours"

"Who are you?"

"My, my, how impudent. Don't be so hasty, young lad. Ponder your words with care. A name carries a thousand burdens. So sure art thou to carry mine?"

"What's your name? Will I ever see you again?"

"I see now what they mean by sun set. In utter despair, in stories untold, in songs unsung, chivalry is naught"

"Here's a tip as to see how puzzled you are. Consider this a gift from havens above"

"Find a tongue that speaks of mine, thou will see the gem feasted for thy eyes"

"Wait, wait! Await, o love of mine"

"A bold try, and a good one. All is not for naught. To whom do I owe the honour of this speech?"

"M'accibus, My Lady"

"Ma'ccibus, what is bothering the heart of such a fine young man?

"Seek I your forgiveness I should, curse my seeking heart, it is you who set my heart restless"

"In the dark shroud hovering above, I seek of you to reveal yourself"

"One can not back down on one's words. Fine speech, young lad. It seems you and I shall meet again"

"My Lady!"

"Wilbeth. Wilbeth Shakespearette. Remember it well, for it is mine stage name. Till we meet again, I bid adieu, young masters and lads"

A soul with no name may act on any stage

Let every man be master of his time

                                  - William Shakespeare

Prithee, I beg thy!
Stay with me till the faraway sun sets
Or till the nightingales fly way above the mountains

Thee my heart's desire

Thee captured my heart
Like birds etched onto the dark, cloudless night

Thee stole it at a glance
With a hawk's might

Thee melt me inside
As nectar from a flower

Thee art mine desire
Thee art mine love