Thursday, September 08, 2011

DEFINITIONS .......




There is a  big turbulent ocean .This ocean is the collection of ideas , beliefs , moments , questions , answers ,pleasure , regrets , truths , lies , which  I experience , understand , awe at and/or am unable to fathom.
This is full of perls ,corals and rubies. 
This is the depth and the blue which I seek to gauge .
This is the blanket which finally hides the sky in its bosom.
Its breeze gently blows a feather and its typhoon rips out the trees . It is both serene and violent .
I have made a boat . I have set on a quest through this ocean .
I call this quest : the life



There are waves in this ocean . These waves rock the my vessel and of several others who have dared to ,who are daring to and who will dare to navigate through it . I try to brave those who come my way and sway my boat . I meet several other vessels on the way .
Some lost , some steadfast .
Some in a dinghy , some in a galley .
Some with a beacon , some darker than the night itself.
They all seek something . Few of them have a map ,many follow others and the rest are simply lost.
I desire and seek the island of truth . Its stories have always amazed me and its questions puzzled me . I dream of its treasures and its riches .
I call this adventure : the purpose 



This ocean is bigger than me like the sun in front of a firefly . It is full of fire and light at the same time. It is :
Something which is too far yet so warm .
Something to fear from and desire for at the same time . 
Something which is majestic yet it can be covered by a single thumbnail in a perspective .
It is something which enables every living entity to survive and yet it can destroy everything in minutes . All live under its face in the day and sleep under its image at night . It affects them all . It causes them all.
I wish to imitate its light . I wish to copy its warmth . I wish to be its believable imposter .
I call this wish : the dream












Wednesday, May 18, 2011

IMAGINE .....




Close you eyes , just listen to the hum ..
& imagine a battle with a beating war drum.

Feel the gust , with the ruffling of hair ..
& picture a hawk ,under the sky, blue, bare .

Breathe in the pollen , blowing in the street air ..
& roam around in Eden , happy , devoid of care .

Savour the nuance of a freshly baked bread ..
& relish ambrosia on mount olympus in the head .

Observe the red sun, of the dusk , of the dawn ..
& dream slaying a dragon with a sword of a pawn .


Just imagine the moment and dream for the day  ..
that won't make it shorter ,but will brighten the way !






Monday, February 07, 2011

Days ...

Some days are yellow bright and some dark grey ;
Some hail from December and others bloom in may ;
But the day ,when it all ends and finally I lay ;
It will be glad to know that I smiled all my way .

Thursday, January 20, 2011


POND-ering I,N PEN-sieve

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It refers to a "Pond of Pensieve" ,full of memories and thoughts ;

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It refers to words "PENned" and "SIEVEd" out of a chaos of my pensieve ;

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and finally it refers to a "Pondering I" who sits on the shore of this pond ,staring at his reflection in its still surface and imagining its depths behind the reflection .

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