Love is a Virus

My heart blows up like it’s gonna burst,
It beats fast like a runner trying to come first,
It rapidly expands and retracts,
This heart of mine is no more intact.
I’m talking about a heart that was once strong,
I just can’t stop wondering what went wrong.
A once durable heart regardless of emotional load,
Now so fragile and often feels like it would explode.
What has gone wrong with my precious heart,
That it has suddenly fallen apart?


My mind halts and I wonder the cause,
It’s like a remote control was used to push pause.
Leaving just that single thought in my head,
Ruining my appetite that I can’t even eat my bread.
My once broad mind has suddenly been confined,
Thinking in just one direction like a shallow mind.
I have totally lost my mind; I think I’m going insane,
And the fact that I can’t control it causes me more pain.
What has happened to my once sound mind,
That it has degenerated to this weak kind?


Now with a defective heart and mind, what is left for me?
I’m so scared, is this how it will continue to be?
I’m trying to figure out what happened and how it began,
As I watch myself reduced to this gutless man.
With this fragile heart, halted mind and stolen soul,
I started wondering what I could do to be made whole,
Until I realised it all started when you came into my life.
Choosing to love you was like injecting a virus into my system,
And now this is what that love virus has turned me into,
Making me conclude that love is a virus.


© DK, April 2010

The Irony of Life

There is something special about today’s date,
It’s my birthday and I’m pumped up to celebrate.
To me today is the best day of the year,
But wait a minute, what is that sound I hear?
I saw a black limousine with other cars at the back,
And many people looking sad, all in black.
Here I am excited on my birthday morning,
And there they are in deep sorrow, mourning!
It’s the best day of my life because it’s my birthday,
But for them I’m sure it’s the opposite they’ll say.


I remember once receiving a phone call at midnight,
The Caller said good day & I thought… that isn’t right.
How could one say good day at midnight, I started to wonder,
Until it occurred to me to me that It’s because I’m in Canada,
And my caller was calling me from Malaysia in Asia.
It was noon there because they were 12hours ahead,
But here it’s midnight and I am sleeping in my bed.
Wait! Does that mean when they say Happy New Year,
I would still be hoping and praying to make the New Year?
What an Irony, What a Life?


Now I believe that old wise saying,
That what faces one person, backs the other.
Joy & sorrow, tears & laughter, peace & strife.
The good and the bad, that’s what makes up life.
Which ever phase of life you are going through,
Just be strong, positive, trust God and stay true.
Remember when you are happy that someone is sad,
When you are feeling good, someone is feeling bad.
Whenever you experience any of these things again,
Just call it the Irony of Life.


© dk… August 2009

My Prayer

Fill my cup,
Fill it to the top,
Please don’t stop,
If it overflows, I’ll mop,
As long as my cup it is filled up.


It is my heart desire,
That you add oil to my fire,
So it can blow bigger & higher,
Such that others can acquire,
And connect like electric wire.


Satisfy my hungry soul,
Like a tasty soup bowl.
Like water, quench my thirsty soul,
And restore all the enemy stole,
So that I could be made whole.


Anoint my head with fresh oil,
Let me find it easy while others toil,
Let my heart be at rest while others boil,
Let my mind be at peace even in turmoil,
And let me blossom like a plant on good soil.


Touch my hands & make them blessed,
Blessed! That’s how I want to be addressed,
Gladden my heart so I won’t be depressed,
Calm my mind so I won’t be stressed,
And empower me so I won’t be oppressed.


Now to you all my cares I lay,
Please hear me as I humbly pray,
I pray that you guide me each day,
So that I will never miss my way,
And be led by the Devil astray.


This is my prayer!


© DK, April 2010

Greatest Love in History

From heaven to earth he was sent,
To give sight to a world that was blind.
All the way to the cross he went,
Just that he might save all mankind.


On his head rested the weight of the world,
On his shoulder laid the sins of the world,
On his head was a crown made of thorns,
And on his shoulder was that heavy cross.


Taking the mockery and the shame,
That we might be called by his name.
Enduring the brutal whipping and the pain,
That we might have everlasting life to gain.


He gave his own life as a sacrifice,
Used his own blood to pay the price,
Cried out in agony and tears in his eyes,
He even watched his beloved deny him thrice.


They spat on him and hit him in the face,
While making his way to his crucifixion place.
On getting there, they thrust a spear in his side,
Then watched him hang on the cross and died.


He died, but that wasn’t his end,
It was the gates of hell he went to rend,
And the keys to the grave he went to seize,
Triumphing over death with ease.


Innocent, yet he was punished,
And finally he said it was finished.
Blameless, yet he was killed,
Making millions now Sprit-filled.


He was dead, but now he has risen,
And that is the reason for this season.
He has finally risen to die no more,
And right now he reigns forevermore.


Oh! What a wonderful love story?
That he left his majestic throne and glory,
To die just to give mortal man the victory,
Displaying the greatest love in history.


Happy Easter!


© DK, March 2010