Joy.

Happiness is the elusive harlot whose face I recognize but rarely see, it evades me like snow fall on a Hawaiian beach.  Although the occasions on which it's revealed itself to me, were fleeting and sporadic, albeit few and far between.  

She is the harbinger of hope, the jezebel of joy; evident in strangers' smiles, and the empress of all that we enjoy.  Visible on children's faces, she lives in their laughter too, she is the gatekeeper of good vibrations, as her demeanour is quite infectious, too.

Happiness is having your loved ones at your shoulders should you need them, it is igniting their euphoria, and focusing on their fulfillment. 

Although her affection takes much effort, her fruits are worth the wait, for once she decides to smile on your fate, her loyalty always remains.

Found in the feeling of unconditional love from family pets, you can discover her dancing when there's a spring within your step. Like the radiant sun, she kisses your glowing skin; her presence fills you with warmth, and illuminates you from the outside-in.

Happiness has always been a journey, not a destination. It's centred entirely on the process, instead of on the final product.  For it is there, along this route, where the transformation occurs; as you evolve into a fantastic phoenix, you are no longer a flightless bird.

Hallelujah.

His every breath, my sustenance;

for I am weak without His voice.

Humbled by His covenant, 

in His worship we rejoice.

For God so loved the world,

he gave His only begotten son.

He has wisdom of every pearl,

thy kingdom come, thy will be done.

Give us this day our daily bread,

His kindness shows us mercy.

For our sins, our shepherd bled,

of His sacrifice, I am unworthy.

The world burns and evil reigns,

when will our Saviour come again?

Only He can heal my pain;

in His name we pray. Amen

Silence IS Golden.

It is the appeal of stolen, serene moments during unhuman, late-night hours; in this solitude I rediscover fragments of me, that I'd anxiously been losing. 

Insomnia, although nefarious, provides these opportunities for introspection, where I've learned to love the silence, that is as melodious as violins. 

Here, amidst all of the violent stimuli that I'd ignored, I reflect on the many lessons through which I've been transformed.

I've learned to bite my tongue and eat my acid words; without this realization, my loved ones would have all flown away like frightened birds. 

My growth has come through counting blessings; gratitude keeps me grounded. It was in these cathartic sessions, I lost my attachment to material possessions. 

Alone time needn't feel lonely, it recentres our soul, reminding us to keep evolving, for it's the secret to becoming whole.

Noor.

As noble as Noor Jahan, 

she nestles, like the fragrant nectar 

of nourishing neem. 

Unbeknownst to her, 

her pheromenes emit steam

that lures many suitors.

With the exact majesty 

of her maharani predecessors,

she silently seduces from

the sanctity of her sequined settee.