Mifa words Poems
|7.||Letter To A Son (Part I)||9/25/2012|
|8.||I Know Nothing||9/25/2012|
|9.||Letter To A Son (Part Iii)||9/26/2012|
|10.||Letter To A Son (Part Iv) 'The Regret'||9/26/2012|
|11.||When We Forget||10/1/2012|
|13.||At Some Point...||2/8/2013|
|17.||She Changed My World||7/8/2014|
|18.||Letter To A Son (Part Ii)||9/25/2012|
|19.||The Word Might||9/7/2010|
It always starts with an impulse…a sudden, but subtle surge.
Reality strikes an unnerving blow.
Steel-shut truth doors are suddenly opened;
As we blindly search for that beautiful glow.
A subtle surge it is…sudden…when we truly become alive.
It's that beautiful scent that arouses our spirit;
For some reason, oblivious to us,
We take hell, just for heaven's sake.
All is well, even with our burdened cross,
‘Cos for us, nothing matters…when we truly become alive.
it is said that questions are asked
because answers are required,
and though sometimes the answers we get
are not those we require
Whether they bring relief or not,
either they're believed or lost,
they still must be asked
or just left as question marks.