But tell me, have you found God?

You’ve lightened up candles in churchesand knocked on temple doorsyou lowered your head in a mosqueand cried on synagogue floors You sat on prayer matsand on benches made of woodyou cried day and nightand did you everything you could You voyaged to Mecca and Medinaand knelt on the groundyou took a bath in gangabut tell … Continue reading But tell me, have you found God?

My doubts

This imperfect body of yoursis nothing morethan just a host for your soulthere is an unseen beautydripping from withinso take the brush of self-loveand paint it all over your skinbecause you are the comfort of heavenand the ease of Edenin you lies a garden of solaceyou may not be the prettyyou’ve always craved to bebecause … Continue reading My doubts

Crying on bathroom floors

All that pain you’ve keptbeneath those hidden facesand all those tears you’ve criedon bathroom floors and pillow casesall those aches, wounds and insecuritiesyou’ve been carrying for a whilegive them all to meso I could see you smile.I know you’re achingand you won’t ever breakbut the world is so cruel, my lovehow long will you take?Release … Continue reading Crying on bathroom floors