Friday, December 29, 2017
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Rebellion
You took me for an obedient being one day, when you saw me obey every single word of my master. Not that this heart does not know rebellion, it knew how to burn down worlds in its fury or even bring down the mighty, in its good old days.
It once knew how to fly past the countless mazes even though that meant it had to carry charred wings throughout its later life. It knew how to live without a word of love or encouragement and yet to look at criticism with equanimity.
Now, I have lost my belief in prayers for they move no mountains or molehills but has not lost its habit of recognising miracles placed in its way.
It once knew how to fly past the countless mazes even though that meant it had to carry charred wings throughout its later life. It knew how to live without a word of love or encouragement and yet to look at criticism with equanimity.
Now, I have lost my belief in prayers for they move no mountains or molehills but has not lost its habit of recognising miracles placed in its way.
Skywriting
Will you leave me
A sign, a few lines
Here and there
Utter words to bring
Me back to life.
Bring you back here
Bring you back here
Once again again
A crumble inside
A broken heart.
Never knew I'd find
Again myself caught
In a world of strife
Where thoughts are
Spelt in skywriting.
Where the misery
Of meetings partings
Leaving behind
Botched goodbyes
Have histories
When the sense sinks
Bores into this parting
That says of silences
I realise that you were mine
For so long and I didn't care
A sign, a few lines
Here and there
Utter words to bring
Me back to life.
Bring you back here
Bring you back here
Once again again
A crumble inside
A broken heart.
Never knew I'd find
Again myself caught
In a world of strife
Where thoughts are
Spelt in skywriting.
Where the misery
Of meetings partings
Leaving behind
Botched goodbyes
Have histories
When the sense sinks
Bores into this parting
That says of silences
I realise that you were mine
For so long and I didn't care
A warrior of light
A
warrior is as wise as a serpent and as innocent as a dove.When people
gather to talk, he does not judge the behaviour of others; he knows that
darkness uses an invisible net to spread its evil. This net catches any
snippet of information floating in the air and transforms it into the
intrigue and envy that infest the human soul.
Thus,
everything that is said about someone reaches the ears of the enemies
of that person, augmented by the dark weight of poison and malice.
For
this reason, when the warrior speaks of his brother's opinions, he
imagines that his brother is there present, listening to what he is
saying.
Monday, December 25, 2017
Saturday, December 16, 2017
Message in a Bottle
You drink me with your eyes
Your slices of brown bread
Your mugs of black coffee
You think of yesterdays
Worry about tomorrows
While there is only the now
Wrapped is the present,
This time where dreams
Reign over reason.
Forget the lies of snow,
Forget the lies of words
Think only of the now.
Rush not stay steady
Drink your coffee black
Your eyes on me...
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
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