Remembering a friend on a Sunday morning...  I will surprise her again with a visit one day! Ma'am Benny, this is for you.   Busy loving... I am busy loving my family and my friends. Thank God for this beautiful Sunday morning I love the kisses and hugs from my grandchildren. I love talking with my faraway and nearby friends. I am sad when they are not so very well. I think of those I couldn't reach in here. I wish to visit one friend and give her my sweet embrace. Especially that she is suffering now with illness I think of the scene when I once visited her home. I read to her my poems, I saw her face glowed from the gloom. I have no idea how I touched her depressed spirit. She was so happy with my presence. She was uplifted As I allowed her to read my poems' meaningful lines She laughed and cried that had brought tears to my eyes. How I wish I could give her so much of my precious time. So that I can wrap her my love with my kindest smile... Copyrig...

Breathe with my name... The poetic side of me was born in the land of the Southeast. under the brilliant star unseen in the afternoon mist It splashes the scented aroma of my glittering ink. As you read between its lines, it drizzles its magic. It gives life to many hearts downed and so depressed... In the Middle East, it travels with the mystic wave. To my avid readers, it is awaited every week. Though innocent and naive, yet my pen shines with its own guts. It is brave, unafraid, and to the criticisms, it hugs. I never matter to the swaying of my ink out of my pen. but the emotion to burst in my heart got me insane My poetic side is kind, lovely, truthful, and unique. It gives a message as our souls speak and try to connect. Discovered in the West, heartily welcomed and embraced. Adored by some famous poets, my poetic side is fearless, I write full of confidence. It is precise, a humble instrument. My heart utters its sweet magic as it embraces your arts. It kiss...

Stress-free... Life is entwined with various uncertainties of emotions. We have to bear carrying well in its moving direction. At times we feel sick, sad, and so much alone. There are times we feel incomplete and down. Yet, there are also times we are beckoned by challenges. We are being tested how pleasant we can carry difficulties. Some blow their weakness unmindful, so quickly. Some express their feelings in an unpleasant way. Why can't we just embrace the pain within? Yes, I know it's hard and not just a cup of tea, then. But when we have anger and flaring temper to burst. Why can't we just hum and sing not to make it worse? Yes, I know it isn't easy to control the wrath within Yet in hurting others, do you think our hearts also aren't in pain? We also feel sad and drowned as the day coming to its end. In rough times, to the symphony of our souls, let's try to listen. When silent tears wished to cascade and stream  down Why can't we ...