And by the prayer..

He was killed. The world didn't accept Him. Amongst others who proclaim themselves greater; and to some others, maybe truly are. But futile not is He.

Like the prayer goes, He died, and was buried. But He will rise again. Greater than ever. His glory will set free this forsaken world. When the world itself seems like it will collapse within the rot it has generated over recent times. A savior shall come. Once again.

It is known, GM have retained rights for all versions of the HUMMER brand.

Make. Believe..

You make me laugh..
You make me cry..
You make me smile
and wonder why..

I'm happy to see you,
yet sad to know,
just minutes from now
you'll have to go..

And when you leave
I shall be sad..
Then thoughts of again
shall make me glad..

Yet, how long, I ask,
must this I endure?
And my mind fills with thoughts
and then images are conjured..

Questions will always
just keep coming by..
I wonder how in this ocean,
can life seem so dry..

What we see as an ocean
is merely a lake.
For in the eyes of the maker
it's just one more take..

More people will enter,
and yet more will leave..
But this is no audition. This is life
and it is what you believe..

P.S. Thank you Sony, for the great title.

Lessons

It happens at times. You walk as you have for many years. You see the same things everyday. You wish they were different. They change with you. Over the years. Like the kid seeing the caterpillars everyday, and then a little older seeing butterflies.

Sometimes you wish you had stayed in touch. To watch the caterpillar grow, then get caught up in itself. Then break free. Sometimes, you wonder how and why you didn't bother to step closer, and just stay there. Things change rapidly at times, while at times the transition is unbearable. But the better is always out there, and that makes the bad seem good. Which is what this is all about. Making the best of what we have, in this moment, and we find what grieves us, or then again, realise if it was just a notification, telling us that something great has just happened, or is going to happen. We all realise it at some point, it's just that some do it a tad too late. What is important is that we realise what that is, and what we are supposed to be aware of as we grow, transitioning from little worms that we all are, then going into the cocoon, and finally breaking free.

Like I said before, we learn something everyday. We just need to realise what that lesson is. Then again, some days, we learn a lot in one go, and try to hold onto as much as humanly possible. Each lesson learned is important. Everytime I think about something that bothered me ages ago, my thoughts aren't the same, and neither my reactions. I'm happy to pick and choose lessons, apart from also realising there are things I've learned that I should've learned a long time ago, but then again, better late than never.

Today, I made a new friend. An old friend I should've had a long time ago.

And I pray... again..

Our Hummer
who art in GM
Hallowed be thy name
thy terrain come
thy will be done
on road as it is in GM
Give us this day
our daily torque
and forgive us our wheelspins
as we forgive those drift against us
and lead us not into sand bogging
but deliver us from powerloss
Amen.

And I pray...

I believe in God,
the Hummer almighty,
creator of power and torque.
I believe in the H1 Alpha,
his only son by far..
He was conceived by the power of AM General
and born of General Motors.
He suffered under unclean petrol,
was discontinued, dead, but not forgotten.
He descended into the records.
On the third day, he rose again,
he ascended into GM and
is seated at the right hand of a V8
He will come again
to judge the petrolheads and the diesel buffs.
I believe in diesel,
the 6.6 TDi V8,
the 300 brake horse power,
the 71kgm of torque,
the 37" tires,
and life everlasting..
Amen.

Climbing Clouds

Who are you? I reach out. Her silhouette against the bright, near full moon is all I can see.. Long hair, flowing gown and eerie look apart, I try hard to catch a glimpse of her face.

There was a time this was so easy. Firstly, it wasn't night, there was no moon wreaking havoc with my powers of identification and certainly no silhouette to deal with. It had happened before. But now, from all the faces I've seen, and people I've longed for, there is this one silhouetted figure against the moon. On my darkest night, this scenario has been my only source of light. Even as she turns, her face I see not, though the glint in her eyes says all I need to hear. I know not her voice. I see not her face. It haunts me, again. I long. I crave. I imagine, but I fear as I do. That which I desire the most I will seek out, and may or may not end up disappointed. But disappointment is the least of my worries now.

I know not patience as a close friend. Only in times of comfort do we toast. Yet in jest we try, have our own little test. I lose, badly, every time. I laugh, every time. Because then, every second longer I dare, and am capable of holding on, I pride myself knowing that I did. I can. I just don't want to. And when I realise that. It pains me. Why? Why must I wait again? The answer is in my head, my mind is okay. My brain is okay. Yet this screech from within, as my heart claws up the nerve to my brain, etching marks, like nails on a blackboard, I can't help but hear, divert thoughts, and cringe with the pain I hear and the sound I feel..

"Walk", I say. And then I look around. The cloud has disappeared. I get up, and walk. Look ahead, with my eyes, and not my mind. It's easier that way, even if it's only for a few seconds, and then I'm walking in my clouds again. Lost as ever.

Under the bridge.

Some bridges are built over vast waterbodies and take several years and efforts. But then again, there are some bridges that are built on dry land; and one day, water just begins to flow from underneath.

Someone once said, "Build bridges, not walls.." It's the way to go. Connect. Explore. Share.