The flower blooms but no sooner it will wither.

For over the past years of my

sojourning here in this world, I've come to the verge of my farewell, looking behind
the struggles and battles that I've won from the arena of yore. I've been fallen several
times but was not utterly cast down. I've always been given a hand by the Almighty to
continue the warfare of my life. I've labored all my life to become the person my
Creator designed me to be. Modesty aside, I excelled above my peers in my
resoluteness and courage.

I've become the genius in the class, the philosopher who mesmerized the simpletons
with my acuity and scholarship.

But with all these little fame and honor I garnered from the deathmatch of my
conquest, I still believe that I am merely an ant standing upon the shoulder of the
giants. That without those people who lifted me up from the lowest pit of my
smallness, my gaze and perspective would not rise above the surface of the mediocre.
I've seen the world in its widest vista by virtue of the books that I've read and by the
teachers who mentored me to become a full-blown polymath yet remaining as always
the jack of all trades.

Yes Cheer Day!

~ Jezkoy

so cruel to us was our yesterday

it lacerated our skin—
drove away
our blood . . . echabod-ly
. . . from its
Flesh-ly home.

our past exiled us both

we wandered
along the broken
road of despair
sought for shelter
manna and water

we had had no companions

save the vultures
waiting to hear the
last sigh of our breath;
Carcass would have
Been feasted!
 Bodies would have
Been shredded!

‘Til our paths have kissed

A balm that soothes
A rain of grace

The Comforter hugs our aches

In the rhapsody
Of our discomfort
And breathes
Relief
In the elegy of our
story.

Farewell now to
The gloomy chapter
Of my book
And begun I to flip
The most luminous
Chapter in life
Where the terror of our past
is overridden
but forms
a backdrop
to intensify the glory
of the present.

I LOVE YOU DESPITE

i only saw you dear

from a distance
yet your poem
finds home
in the
inmost pith
of my remembrance

Poetry has been your courier

And so do I
Like dove they fly
Your love receive I:
from this poor
divided screen
through this
unseen portal
of our wifi.
I love you despite.

Love's still born. Still lives.

Still breathes and still fights.
 For the absence of
actual sight
Does not dim
its existential light.

Hence the Scriptures say

Whom having not seen,
you love
you rejoice inexpressibly
Full of happiness
Abound in glory.

Love bridges the breach

And brings us closer by an inch
Distance is abolished
Anxiety is diminished.
Love surpasses everything!

And it awaits for the end

When face to face we'll meet
and feel the movement of
your lips as it
ventures to utter the wondrous
piece of our sonnets.