What's in a kiss?

They say its supposed to make your leg pop
They say its supposed to send shivers down your spine
Someone told me her 1st felt electrifying
A lot of people said it was magical
Some said their lips can never forget their first
They tell me not to rush it
They tell me to take it slow and let it take me over
They even told me that it will tell me a lot about the person
They say its beautiful
They say it's the cherry on the top of a cake
They say it makes all bad days better.
They say it makes you feel things you never thought you'd feel.
They say it sends butterflies to your tummy.
And the galaxy of stars to your eyes.
They say it takes you to heaven and brings you back to tell the tale.
They say it's like going back home after exile.
They say it's overwhelming.
They say it's like catching fire and not getting burnt.
They say it's like floating in thin air.
Some say it's like falling from a high cliff but never getting hurt.
Others say it's when you finally connect to something supernatural in this world.
Some one told me it's like being dead all this while and being brought to life with it.
Someone said it killed them.
Another said it took her breath away.
I wouldn't settle for it if it's like any of the above.
Surely, I want it to be indescribable.
Like nothing could ever compare.
Like nothing that another can experience too.
What's in a kiss? I guess I can't tell u at all. *shrugs*

Think a little more

Think a little more about the skies and the stars.
Think more about the universe if you can.
Think about what makes the earth move or maybe what moves you.
Think a little more about the vastness of the sea.
Think about a tree.
Think about its roots and how deeply they grow.
Think about something, think a little more.
Think about yourself and how far you've come.
Think about someone else and how you wish they were with you.
Think about people, think about the ones you love.
Think about what makes the truth always come through.
Think about a God, or no God at all.
Think about a small climb and maybe a great fall.
Think about stepping stones and obstacles too.
Think about the walls  that separate me and you.
Think about boundaries and also about smiles.
Think about how you can travel mile after mile.
Think about your feet and where they should take you to.
Or maybe your heart, for once it may listen to you.
Think about the air around you and what it feels like to always be touched.
Think about the hair on your skin and how it rises when you feel too much.
And how about the moon that shines night after night.
Do you think that maybe, of the dark it may share a fright?
Think about the summer and how you can cool off but the sun can't.
Think about the rain, and why it makes the peacocks dance.
Think about me will you?  Think about why I ask you to think some more.
Because this world is running out of them, I want you to think before thinkers are no more.

You make me WIN! (Write Inspire Network)

I’m blogging for #YouMakeMeWIN to honour a blogger who has influenced me and deserves to be nominated at WIN15.

The blogger I’m referring to in this post writes and inspires. She is someone I know not only as a blogger, but as a leader, a professional singer and also a good friend.

+Shona Dias  is a writer of two blogs. Both of which prove her blogger worthiness. 

Her posts on ‘Heaven meets earth’, a blog that serves to be her personal expression ground, are overflowing with her experiences with faith, her belief in God and her testimonies that never fail to inspire a reader.

One of my favorite posts on this blog has got to be Where grace abounds. Its a testimony that truly comes from the heart. Any reader can fall in love with her style of writing. What I love most about this blog is her sincerity and how open and honest she is about her faith in God. 

And trust me, you don't have to be religious to like this blog.

One of her older blogs is called Between my earphones and is a music blog. 

Shona, as I mentioned earlier is a professional singer and a choir leader. Not only does she come from a family with a rich musical background but she also considers her choir to be her extended family. I am lucky to be part of this family and know her personally. 

Through this blog, Shona, reviews new albums, music fests and also shares links to interesting reads on music. Her take on a number of albums and new releases is sought after by her numerous followers who wish she would post more often on this blog.

This multitask-er plays multiple roles day in and day out, from a daughter to a best friend to a hard working employee and a very able choir leader. With so much at hand, she still finds the time during her commute to work to post regularly to her blog. 

She inspires not only through her words but also through her life.

She as a blogger has inspired me and so many others to express with more than just words, but with real life experiences. Her blogs make it very evident that she is one who listens to and acts from her heart.

Do like her blog page on Facebook, When heaven meets earth, to stay updated with her blog posts.

I want to hold your hand

I want to hold your hand.
No, I'm not weak,
No, I'm not falling.
And no, I'm not in love with you.
I want to hold your hand
Because life feels a little empty.
My hand is always full
Sometimes with a bag,
Most of the time with a phone
Often with too many thoughts
At times, with one too many questions
And it's been a long time since my hand has been held.
It's been a long time since my questions have been answered,
A long while since my bags and burdens have been shared.
I want to hold your hand so that life feels lighter,
So that together we balance out the world,
For no man was meant to live as an island,
No man was made to be alone.
I want to hold your hand for companionship.
I've learnt that companionship cannot come from a phone.
Give me your hand, I'll help you as you help me,
And it won't mean more than that, I promise
It won't mean more than that, you'll see.
But as much as it does mean, it will be all we need.

Who was I?

Tell me how to be,
Tell me who was I,
Tell me what I was,
Tell me what I caused,
Did I move mountains?
Did I ever save a life?
Did I make a difference?
Or did I cause someone strife?
Did I ever make the 1st move?
To myself, was I always true?
Or did I lie and break down and cry?
Or was I a proud, somewhat arrogant, shrew?
Was I unbreakable, was I unshakable?
Or would I sway like the trees in a storm?
Was I cold at heart and a mess from the start?
Or was I sensitive, loving and warm?
Could I change your mind?
Or the one that changed would always be mine?
How would you describe me?
Worthy of your description, would I be?
Tell me about me, let me know.
Tell me so that I can be her again, before it's really time to go.

Hey Mr. DJ

Hey Mr. DJ,
Not this song again,
It brings back memories that I've tried so very long to erase,
Hey Mr. DJ, have you no concern?
What's just a track to you is someone's 1st dance,

Someones best dance, someones last dance.

Someones only memory of a dance.

Mr.DJ, it's no fault of yours,

If only you knew though, that your jam

Was a moment on the dance floor with my 'once upon a time' man

And hearing this one again takes me for a ride

To a dance floor, some drinks, and a place to hide,

We took our chance, kissed while we danced,

The dance floor was ours, the song played for hours,

Mr.DJ, can't you see what you're doing to me,

Next song please, give me a new beat,

Help me find a new jam, maybe even a new man,

I can count on you if only you'd play one right.

Play one for me, play one for a new memory tonight.

Where it will end...

Where it all began,
It must now come to an end.
Trying to hard to connect the dots,
These lines turned blurred,
Often too curved.
No black or white,
Grey was the light of day,
And sick to the stomach,
Every year on this day.
For what began came to an abrupt end,
And day by passing day, there's more than a heart to mend.
Closure, acceptance, completion of a soul,
Love, for self, for another,
stories incomplete, some untold,
Where it began was sacred ground,
Never again such a place to be found.
But where it will end will be a collision
Of faith, hope, and belief,
A ground blessed by a brave heart's terrible grief,
Where it will end, will be holy ground,
One girls hate turned to acceptance of fate,
One girls pride, behind it she will hide.
For where it will end will be where debris will lay,
Debris of dreams and unspoken truths
"I wish you were here" and "I love you"
This place will be where it will all be forgotten.
Blessed with a tear and a promise to thy self.
A vow to rebuild, replenish and stop blame ill gotten.

Waiting for me in the calm

I have walked ahead of myself, left something behind

I need to slow down and take hold of myself

My mind runs faster than my words ever will

Too fast to know for sure what crosses it at all

I'm lost somewhere between too many thoughts

Too many to comprehend, too many to understand

I'm roaming in circles inside my head,

can't find the center, cant stop it from revolving

And because of this turmoil there is something that has left me

It has escaped me, found a way out

And its safe out there, untarnished

My ability to express.

It's out there waiting for the storm to calm

And on its return it will tell the world what it saw

It will tell of the pain and torture it saw in a soul

It will tell of this story like no other before

Out there, watching me spin, 

I hope that it will stop as easily as it did begin

And as it watches me patiently I long for it to come back home

And help me slow this all down

But from where it stands it urges me to face it all

For before the sun shines, every raindrop must take a fall.

The heart of the galaxy

She wore the galaxy around her,
Draped herself with the stars.
She was the night in all her splendor.
And how he wished he owned her,
How he wished morning never came,
That forever he could hold her.
But she was too great to fathom,
Too beautiful to last forever.
She wore not, her heart on her sleeve,
For fear one day, you having to leave.
She, thus, gave you the moon,
For she can't entrust her heart so soon.
Turn your eyes, lover boy to the moon come every night,
In awe of you, one day she will over come her every fright.
That if you could love the sky for the moon set apart,
You could love her, the night, and own her dark heart.
And she will trust you, boy, soon enough for sure,
And one day she will gather you in the galaxy,
you will be a sleepless night's cure.