Just closing the Month of September with Part 2 of the little obedient wall clock. You know, I'm just musing.
You will not believe the importance of those little gadgets we keep around our homes
In the darkest moment of life. there is always the light that can brighten your part to give you another try.
I was exercising a fundamental right to muse with my thoughts. You will be surprise with what I juggled out about my dear Country
I wish I had Known Him many years ago, It,s not too late now though, but I wish I could rewind the time
There are many unsung Heroes whose heroism is lost in time and space
You can't look at me in the eyes to think I'm a coward, but I am scared of all of the happenings. what do you think?
Can you fathom the reasons of the normal every day natural events in the world, and not give reverence to God who made all things seamless as if they're nothing?
A poem in honour to everyone that has issue of missing person)
The concluding part of a 3-part story. The men in the Crime Branch have just solved another mystery. Try read the story from The beginning.
THIS IS THE SECOND PART OF THE MYSTERY IN THE HOUSE. TRY THE FIRST PART TO UNDERSTAND WHY SOME THINGS WE THINK ARE MYSTERY ARE NOT AFTER ALL
I held on to my Love and refused to let Him go even when I feel him slipping away
I am not a song writer but any time I have one floating in the air I seize it to form one. Like this one, "Only you can tell your story." tell it from the heart.
Too much love of the cat, they say, kills the moth. Most love relationship got broken as a result of wrongly managed petty frail nerves. Like as I love to say, just musing.
Whatever it will take, do not allow those shattered dreams to Fade away. Rekindle them.
I am terribly concerned when people say of the old as 'Good Old Days' with all the history at our disposal, Just musing, though,
I was just juggling with the word 'WORDS'. and you will be amused at what I came up with.
The heart of a man is so busy always talking. They can also take the talk to the dream and brings false report to the soul,
There are things we all accept as real. but are all things real? The Old Man said they are; depending on who is asking and who is accepting.What do say?
Just returned from the creek and I felt His awesome presence. I want to share the moment.
In sequel to a previous poem, 'Sweet Memories Lingers', Good always sail over our pains if we take time to ponder.
A reflective ode of some sad moments in ones life, when it looks like he has come to the end of the road. It just leads to some other ways.
my people are gradually losing the value of love. We should stand up state a true Love.
I could feel the joy with which they withstood their pain, and i wondered at the power that drove them on, till I felt His touch.
Always search for the clue to solve the stories of mystery. When you searched diligently, there is no mystery in the mysteries.
When man goes overboard, there is the likely hood of being rescued. But when he goes overboard from the world there is no guarantee of rescue .
Some times we got weight down by thoughts and imagination that do not have weight. the sooner we realize that, we'll be up and going. So says the old man