Thursday, January 9, 2025

The Compass of My Soul

Like the compass shows the direction,
Universe reveal your existence to my soul. 
Like the map that guides the lost, 
Fate directs me to you.
As the compass needle always points to the North, 
My journey point me toward you. 
Like pathway lead men to the right place, 
Every step I take lead me to you.

Yearning

This is not poetry, nor a poem, but a confession of what the mouth hesitates to say  of a yearning that burns like fire, as if I sit on the ...