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Thursday, December 17, 2009

The lives of flowers...

No hands reach out to caress
The blood red flower that blooms
Upon the cactus in the desert;
Though it has struggled much to be.

Elsewhere, loving hands tend to
And eager eyes await the rose;
A spoilt beauty that stays awhile
And droops at the first rainstorm.

Desert flower – it patiently waits.
But even a lost soul, in the desert,
Shuns it fearing the cactus thorns,
As if his roses did not bear any. Read More......

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Leap of faith

I took a leap of faith
Trying to close the chasm
That lies between us

Trusted you with facts
To see if I could trust you
With things like feelings

If anything was to be
It would have been, then
In that split second

Blankly, I see, you watch
And fade away to a dot
As the abyss swallows me

I’ll meet the ground soon
It won’t kill me, but I fear
Becoming addicted to the fall

But, there was no choice
You doubted the vague outlines
You made out through the mist
And the chasm was in the way Read More......

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Midnight walks

Sometimes, this place will drive you crazy. There will be too many things due the next day. Too many meetings being scheduled and rescheduled. Too much you’ve bitten off and can’t chew. Your room will be a mess with bundles of papers stuffed into random files and piles of unfolded laundry all around. There will be things bothering you, making you restless despite the work that remains to be done. After you catch your attention wandering for the tenth time, this is what you need to do.

Put on something warm and walk out of your room. Step out of the door and feel the cold immediately creep up. It is December, after all. Never mind. Just walk. Let your feet decide which direction they want to go. A lone wanderer in the midnight. There will be guards around but they will know that tonight you are chasing something within yourself. You’ll see them quietly blend into the darkness, leaving you to your quest. The trees will whisper in the still night as a cool breeze ruffles your hair. At some point, you’ll be walking into a light cold mist playing between the roadside trees. Just pull your jacket closer and walk on.

As you walk, you’ll notice the shiny flecks on the dark tar roads, reflecting the light from the sodium lamps. Like stars at your feet. With that, you’ll remember there is a sky and look up – the faint twinkles of fire greet you as an old friend. You’ve met them all in another place and age and time. You pause a while and try to remember their names and the stories behind them. Only a few come to mind. It was a long time ago; just walk on for now. Your footsteps will be the only thing you hear apart from the insects of the night. Sometimes, a moth will keep you company a part of the way.

When you’ve seen all there is to see; when you’ve breathed in enough cold air; when your cheeks grow icy and your hands begin to tingle – you’ll grow aware of your movement, each steady step set to a brisk pace; you’ll feel a faint ache set in somewhere; you see how far you’ve come from the discomfort of your room and you’ll feel a warmth that’ll spread from within. Allow yourself to think now – one by one, your mind will dig out the problems. With every step you take, reasoning begins and decisions will be made. Emotions seem to have been left behind somewhere along the way. One by one, the pile of troubles reduces. These decisions you make in the solemn night, with no witnesses to attest – you’ll oddly find them easy to stick to and somehow just right deep within. Tomorrow will not bring about a change of mind. Trust me.

Finally, you’ll turn your feet homeward. You’ll step back into your room - not exhausted, but just tired. Drop on to the bed and lie there, eyes closed. Feel the cold slip away from your body, looking for the night outside and another soul to comfort. Sleep will be along in a moment.  Just wait.
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Thursday, December 10, 2009

Rites of Passage

Walk out into the world,
Find a little space to rest on;

Don’t follow anyone’s rules,
Push the limits, define your own;

Discover the inner rhythm,
Hear the whispers of your soul;

Listen for it in the silence,
When in crowds you feel alone;

Open to all there is,
This is the truest you’ll ever be.

And the rite of passage ends,
When you surrender this freedom. Read More......

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Harry Potter Quotes

It seems odd that this blog doesn’t yet contain any quotes from the Harry Potter books. So here goes..

  • Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.
  • It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.
  • If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
  • Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.
  • Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.
  • It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
  • This is how it is -……….. - there are things worth dying for!
  • What's comin' will come and we'll meet it when it does.
  • It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
  • It was like having friends.
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