I will feel you in the air that I breath
I will love you for the water that I drink
I will remember you like a sweet caress
I know you are smiling every time the Sun rises in the East.
And when I am sad? I will have your hope staring at a rainbow after the rain.
Your advises will be forever remembered in every word I say.
I will feel your absence in every tear that fell in my cheeks
You are immortal!
For, I see your face every time I face the mirror
You will greet me with your smile in my brother’s lips
And I can smell your home-cooked meals every time I visit a kitchen
At last you are with Him!
i can only paint when i am sad :-(
The fact of the matter is, I am not. I am not what you are suppose to see. For, I am the Ghost who wanders at night standing beside everyone. Alone. Unnoticed. Yet, it is felt like a brush of air beneath those swaying leaves.
The fact of the matter is, I am an eel. Elusive. Sneaky. Lurking under fuzzy rocks and blurry rivers. Running away from your fantasies and world of fictions. Catch me if you can.
The fact of the matter is, I am every word in that book you read. Precise. Clear. Telling things you never know. Lend me your ears or regret what you will never hear.
The fact of the matter is, I am the rain which pour its hearts out under a sunny weather. Sudden. Hard. Pleading everyone to appreciate its flood. And I say, “As promised, you will soon see the rainbow after my downpour.”
The fact of the matter is, I am the rock you walked on when you stumbled in that dark tunnel. Silly. Unbearable. But, I carried every step you made. Yes, i felt your heavy burden along the way.
You guess it right, I am the pen you used when you wrote those words that define me. Can you still remember?
Those whispers and tight hugs.
Hmmnnnn… Remember and do it again.
blank spaces are not always dull, sometimes they come in colors :-)
I am in a vacuum, seeing a blank space. In this blank space lies a tiny dot which leads me through the infinite and into the unknown.
A blank canvass.
An empty box.
A hollow bone.
At this spot, I have the best vantage point of my whole universe. It’s like I am on top of it watching its cycle as it unfolds its might in every turn.
Get up and walk away.
Walk away? Yes! But, before that, I have to break away from my shell. I need to free myself from fears and from the blaring words of anonymity. For, I need to see not with my eyes but with my heart. Because in my heart, there lies my passion. A passion to take that first step away from my comfort zone and a courage to dare the unknown.
Staring at blank spaces is not bad after all.
No one lights a lamp in order to hide it behind the door: the purpose of light is to create more light, to open people’s eyes, to reveal the marvels around.
No one sacrifices the most important thing she possesses: love.
No one places her dreams in the hands of those who might destroy them
THE WITCH AT PORTOBELLO