One, two, three, four - What if - the flowers are the trap? They smell good to attract you - then, drug you to -think of the present and the future; They make you dream? What if - the nightingale sings songs of death and goodbye? Celebrating your demise. What if the dreams we dream … Continue reading The Rambling Mind
The trees standing tall, Intimidating the shadows of the dark. Hidden in the tree trunks, The home of the Goblins. Knock on the bark door thrice, Knock - tap - pause - tap tap knock. Their pointed hats and the gnome nose, Their tiny hands guiding you through the fairy wilderness. That is the pixie … Continue reading Fairy Wilderness
The clock ticked away, from 11.59 pm to 00.01 am. It started a new cycle like it does every hour, every minute and every second. The dreadful 2018 turned to mysterious 2019. New moments to be added to the memories folder. New smiles to be passed on. New tears to be shed. From 1st January 2019, I will make my laugh lines permanent, I will not shed tears for someone or something twice, I will dream more dreams, I will do what I wish, I will make my existing bonds strong, I will break away from the negative, I will read more books, I will write my life, I will make others laugh, I will take in the criticism happily, I will learn my lessons, I will outgrow my fears, I will think positive, I will be healthy, I will live the present, I will meet the tomorrow, I will say goodbye to the past, I will be better than ever, I will be me. Happy New You!
The slow upward tilting of your lips, like the Christmas lights hanging on the fireplace, the warmth and the glow enveloping me. The soft laughter leaving your mouth, overwhelms my senses, like an early Christmas present. The twinkle in your eyes, lights up my world, like the Angel guiding me home. The little shake of your … Continue reading Like the Christmas Lights
It is a new start, it is a new sheet, Blank for a new Beginning.
Life is an event that is organized by God and managed by us with the help of our family, friends and even strangers. It is an event to fully enjoy. There will be times when there will be mismanagement, but there will also be times when the event will be a success.
The words were out, Spreading around; The laces were undone, Falling face-first down; Behind the stoic facade, Realizing the truth; They were the words, That were out. An impressionist, maybe. An opportunist, maybe. Everything was destroyed, Everything was over. The words were out, Spreading around.
There was a voice, someone was calling my name. It was loud and clear, and a little unknown. First, it was a whisper, like someone afraid to reveal, it was a cry for help, the desperation for someone to listen. It rose and rose, as the petals of a rose. With thorns, there … Continue reading Somebody I used to know
The scene a replica, with layers and layers, on a Van Gogh.
Stitched and Sewed, I am alive, yet lost.