Baskadia

PLANTATION

We all want to bloom and bear fruits, but we originate from different seeds and the conditions of our plantation differ. Some were planted for commercial purposes where their success is guarantee because they are being planted on optimal condition. Some were planted by mistake but they will survive because they are at right conditions. They enjoy the privilege of the soil they have fall on. Some were planted at wrong conditions by mistake but their farmers are doing the lot for them to survive g

Prayer

Prayer, A Blessing Divine A Gift From Above, So Fine A Moment of Peace, A Moment of Grace A Moment of Hope, A Moment of Faith A Time to Reflect, A Time to Rejoice A Time to Connect, A Time to Embrace A Time to Listen, A Time to Speak A Time to Believe, A Time to Seek A Time to Ask, A Time to Receive A Time to Give, A Time to Believe A Time to Heal, A Time to Mend A Time to Pray, A Time to Ascend A Time to Unite, A Time to Unfold A Time to Forgive, A Time to Behold A Time to Surrender, A Time to

My enemy, my success

I will boldly say that one that has an enemy or enemies as the case might be has a catalyst for success. when my enemy mock or make fun of me because of my weakness or mistakes, I make effort and improve,if am treated as a nonentity l will work hard to be rich in all ramification,if they try to pull me down I work harder and also become prayerful thereby solidifying my friendship with God, they help me to fly higher, their actions makes me to discover more of my capacity,my enemy my success.

Whispers of Dawn

Poem Whispers of Dawn

Unrequited love

Beneath your radar, I stand, a flickering flame, burning my self up for you to see, but you, lost in the darkness, can't even see my light. I am the candle, wax melting into the night, unseen, unheard, unloved. I am the moth, flying towards your flame, only to be burned and ignored, as if I were never there at all.

Shipwreck: Fragmented Destiny

006 With tattered parts and pieces, they patches each holes with the hope and spoken promises. The fragments of the ship shall be connected once again, to make the cruise float on the ocean's terrain. At the dock they rested, and on the unknown journey they got pasted; hesitating whether to continue sailing, or just crumble to the world's judgement and beating. The ocean's full of unknown, the things that yet to be accepted and known. So on the shore, they anchored, deciding to stop to go furthe

Midnight Battles

027 12:49 AM. It's still vividly written in my mind, how my fingers twitched with pain, how the bitter coffee went down under my throat, how my eyes begged for rest, how my back shouts comfort, and how the lamp is holding on. Those memories during midnight. The memories of persevering to chase the deadlines, the memoir of studying for an upcoming recitation, the crumpled notes with an almost unreadable scribbles, and the pictures witnessed by the four walls of my room, will forever be locked ins

Words

Like an infectious disease at bodily opening floating inside like aromatic scent at nostrils, that is how the sound wave travels through ears processed and integrated in the brain and words manifest. Once altered cannot be retracted so they manifest. Like a virus in the system  emotions are corrupted. Leaving the permanent mark through the thoughts, doubt and worry are some of the output and proof, depending on magnitude in input reflects output. Like radiation harmful words are poisonous. To th

Poem

In the twilight's gentle hue, Where whispers of dreams renew, A lone rose blooms in quiet grace, Petals soft, a delicate embrace. Moonlight weaves through branches tall, Casting shadows like a gentle thrall, Stars above, their twinkling light, Painting stories in the night. Silent breeze, a lover's sigh, Caresses leaves as they flutter by, Nature's symphony, a whispered song, Echoes timeless, serene and strong. In this realm where time stands still, Hearts entwined, a tranquil thrill, A fleeting

POEM

This is a poem about a woman, her beauty and stregth.

A Broken Heart: For My Friend (Girl)

Everyone has a bittersweet memory with the beloved one. We can be friend with anyone we feel comfortable with. Somehow, the feel we kept for so long can kill us inside. Crush culture, stranger-friend-stranger. That's all

The Sacred Dream

At night after a deep sleep, I dreamt of the lost sheep, Stabbed with an arrow so deep, bleeding uncontrollably in a trap, Without a saviour to make it stop, Then I saw a fortune of wealth, Glowing out of the bleeding wrath, With a Leatherman cloth, With written words embracing Lilith, To Hail the light for supper growth, Indeed I had no choice to overcome, the blame challenge to over consume, Especially to poverty curse programme, Again to customize my life purpose, From achieving the treasure

There was a country

Once! There was a country That held hope for her people Whose leaders were the youths role models Whose people were the most disciplined Whose military were the nation's pride Whose students were the nation's erudite Whose economy prospered and flourished Yes! There was a country Whose neighbours were envious Whose citizens were contented Whose environment was friendly and peaceful Whose military strength, Was nothing compared to her neighbour's Yet she was satisfied and happy There was a countr

Loving you keeps on becoming easier

Loving you keeps on becoming easier Some people want to hit the rainbow nation, I just want to make you my nation. Taking you on a very romantic vacation, and have some good times in island nation. Since we became a unit, my life had a few tweaks. How I am ignoring and ditching my friends. As weird as it sounds I even missed my team’s games because your love is competing with my interests. With you emotional intelligence is growing bigger, my love for you keeps on getting deeper. As these love c

Poem

Pitter-patter rain drops come to the ground Washing all the sins Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Giving his bounties Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Taking away all the sorrows Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Spreading the happiness Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground

Life

Life Life is a journey, full of ups and downs With twists and turns, and frequent rounds Of laughter and tears, of joy and pain Of sunshine and rain, that always remains. It's a rollercoaster, with peaks so high That take us to the sky, and touch the sky And valleys so low, that test our might But we rise and grow, with all our might. It's a tapestry, woven with care Of threads of hope, and threads of flair Of memories sweet, and lessons learned And love that burns, that always yearns. It's a pr

Fred the rich man

There once was a rich man named Fred, Whose wealth was so vast, it spread. He had mansions and yachts galore, But he was still a terrible bore. One day, Fred was walking down the street, When he saw a homeless man sleeping at his feet. Fred laughed and said, "Look at you, so poor, While I have more money than I can endure." The homeless man looked up and said, "I may be poor, but I'm not dead. I may not have mansions and yachts, But I have friends and I'm not a sot." Fred was so angry, he turned

Castle on the Cloud

034 Agony is the description of my life, a word that's my everyday's companion. My sleeves are always wet, not because of the water nor rain, but of my overflowing tears. But I seldom dreamed of a castle on the clouds. There, I have someone to hug me when I'm afraid. There are foods to eat when my stomach's grumbling. There are blankets to warm me during the night. At the castle on the clouds, I was not hurt. I don't have bruises nor wounds. I don't have dirt nor molds. I don't have an empty sto

He Wants for the Fabrics of Paradise

Had I the sky's weaved fabrics, Enwrought with brilliant and silver light, The blue and the faint and the dull fabrics Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the materials under your feet … One of Yeats' short show-stoppers, this sonnet is quite possibly of his generally renowned and broadly anthologised verse: 'Be cautious since you track on my fantasies.' It's a flawlessly expressive urging to be dealt with compassionate by one to whom one has swore one's life and heart. It was

Insomia

024 This shit is keeping me up all night, depriving of sleep and rest. Always making my eyes wide open, feeding the bags under it. It's already morning and my eyes are still open. The rooster's shouting loudly, a sign that morning is near. But I am still here, wide awake. I tried to close my eyes so I can enter into dreamland. But this shit is keeping me up, turning me into a living corpse the next day. My brain is chaotic and loud, always thinking of 'what if's' and future. It won't shut up no