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In the beginning was the WORD and the WORD was with God and the WORD was God.

And without HIM was there nothing made that was made.

And the WORD became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld HIS glory, the glory as of the FATHER filled with GRACE and TRUTH.

John 1:1,4&14.

Having this knowledge, what would you? Asks Apostle Paul, shall I come unto you with a rod or in love and in the spirit of meekness?

Think on such things Phil.4:8

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WHEN YOU GIVE UP ON WORRYING ABOUT WHAT OTHERS THINK ABOUT YOU, YOU WILL BEGIN TO LIVE A NORMAL LIFE AGAIN.

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STAYING WITH BUDDIES WHO ARE NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR WELFARE FOR ANY REASON IS WORSE THAN STAYING IN A STRANGE LAND WITH HOSTILE STRANGERS

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CRIMSON RAIN

It poured down angrily

raining uncontrollably 

giving a permanent soak to the conscience

leaving no purity but stains

deluding joy of achievement

but tears of unabated wounds.

It was meant to rain fresh

free and slowly peacefully

creating a lasting bond to friendship

giving pleasure of awareness

exuding flow of fulfillment

and joys of indescribable tickles.

It was created to raise hopes

and create seamless union

But they turned it crimson

they deadened the inner self

their curiosity ceased the excitement

they tore the blooming vagina

and snapped short the expectations.

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OUR GIRLS

Stepping into the same water twice?

Its like working earnestly

At making pottery with dry clay

at falling a tree with a blunt knife

at skinning a frozen Titus

Our tears has dried of itself

though with unwavering expectations

wishing for a gift of grace and mercy

for reformed and deformed ladies

sent home to us.

The things they have passed through

the things they have learned irrespective

the demeaning of their femininity irreparable

the emotional and psychological torture however

they are still human, our own flesh and very blood

they will always be our children we gave suck and still love

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HOLD MY HANDS.

We used to walk

happily among festive throng

wishing to reach the rostrum together

to receive our trophies.

But our elements were broken

and we are put asunder

shattered beyond repairs

like a broken pitcher.

Does my heart yearn for you?

for our petered-out companionship?

which died before budding

choked by strife and strive?

Come back and linger a while

you may not trust me now

certain revelations may daze us

but we may proof the point

Only if you hold my hands.

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PEACE OF TIME

When the ocean of life rise and swell,

when the thunders roar with raving anger,

the one with inner peace will live 

through the unsolicited madness of nature

for life is in phases, human encounters are in scenes.

The lengthiest phase must needs pass

for the shortest scenes to play.

It is all a matter of time

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LONELY WORLD.

The world has lots of distractions and diversions. Yet, living these one and a half score years, without concentrated efforts to know and understand companionship and loneliness, I have seen that you can be thirsty right in the center of a freshwater spring. Living with people who allows you no quiet peace makes me feel like one standing at the bank of a stream. Whose water does not go past the ankle yet one is being drowned. Overwhelming situations that leaves you helpless enough not to have strength to ask for help. Can there ever be a time in this world when someone will say ‘I am lonely’? If I were born and brought up on an island, I would have said loneliness is a word one can only use to describe a human trapped in a land-locked area in the middle of an ocean. But few experiences in the world of man these three decades past, proofs loneliness is deeper and intense when you can not talk freely with someone, without being misunderstood or judged. When you are afraid of asking because your request will be used against you on the day of re-corning. Afraid of offering genuine advice because you do not want to be mocked. Not feeling free to interact with others because they consider you of low intelligence. When you feel like running away, but you feel the world is too big to know exactly where to run to. And yet, too small to actually hide in. When you have to check your clock before greeting others, and listen closely to your own voice lest you say the wrong words. Loneliness is when someone comes to you and makes you feel like you are loved but if you relax to accept the person you will be in for a very rude shock. If you think your best companion is yourself, you will soon find out that you disappoint nearly more often than you can really remember. When I ponder on these so great little things, I cannot help but conclude that living in the land-locked area of an ocean with only trees and animals, makes a better neighbour and companion. That an only child has less of worries, unwholesome criticisms and unnecessary  comparison. That it is better to live like even yourself does not really exist to matter much to you. Just to take life easy one day at a time irrespective of what is said or done to and around you.

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VULNERABILITY

Vulnerability is just a thirteen letter word that looks ordinary on paper but with lots of consequences in reality.

I hate to imagine how circumstance and chance makes certain things vulnerable to unfriendly situations and other things even of their ‘kind’.

Whatever goes through the mind of a person and makes him take undue advantage of another must be seriously weird.

When I hear men rapping children even their own offspring, I shudder.

If the women make themselves susceptible to rape by their careless and seductive dressing what will you say the children did to arouse their fathers’ urge? What can a child possibly wear or not wear to attract her uncle enough to want to ‘know’ her?

This is how mean men dampen the under clothes and corrupt our innocence. Eroding feminine dignity with malicious impunity.