Like a lady dying young, withering and frail, struggled to keep a queenly compose in her coral veil, Breaking free stern silence, led by the insane, she scolded out what have all been done in vain. Then she’s gone to join the dashing earth in peace, So naughty and tiny, barely showing her final face.… Continue reading The Waning Scarlet Pimpernel
It's terrifying to step out the bounds of our lives, To step away from those limits we once believed, from friends we cherished, but sometimes we must. Sometimes God has a different path for us, One that feels impossible, for we must leave so much behind. One that feels lonely, for no one sees the… Continue reading The Bravest Thing
I know I can run, but I have nowhere to hide, for my shadow will always catch up behind, unless, I’m determined to bath in the light. . . . . . Read Next: The Grand Melody Read More: Two Eternities
Poetry is a fantasy world, but I am incapable of appreciating some complicated words, for I have neither patience nor intelligence, for the vague and fake. too aloof, I’d save myself the grief. All night long, I’d rather hear the sleepers toss Between the darkened window and the wall. The madman’s whimper and the lover’s… Continue reading The Fantasy World
What do I have? I asked myself...... Oh, I see, A name to utter, A birthday to remember, A profession to flatter, Some pains to suffer, Some memories to torture, Some rewards to pleasure, Some paths to stagger, Some talents to flower, Some strength to order. And, Some youth to squander, Some truth to decipher.… Continue reading What Do I Have?
My notebook has remained blank for months My words have deserted its oath ever since thanks to the light showered around me, I have no use for my pen, which lies languorously without grief. Nothing is better than to live a storyless life that needs no writing for meaning— And when I am gone, let others… Continue reading Empty Notebook
She could be any woman at all, Somedays off-guard, all days on-guard. With her hands stroking or strangling and maybe with her intentions half-hidden. But she is as she is. Her gaze is always Distant away from its pupil, And what she's really after is you to love her. She reflects who she is. She could… Continue reading The Portrait of A Woman
With all those false Ambitions, what had I done? Little with Passion, and least of all with Love; Yet they came unsought, and shocked my core. Made me all, but a fragile stranger in their world. Yet, this was not the end I did pursue, Certainly, I once beheld a nobler cause. But all is… Continue reading A New Ambition
Between wheat-field and corn, Between hedgerow and thorn, Between tundra and savannah, Where’s my lost youth? Tell it me, Good Madams! And now within itself the truth’s imprisoned As if it had never opened out: unknown Those blessed moments, when it shone As bright as the angelic galaxy lovingly shown And remorse, reproach, and irritation, frown… Continue reading Youth, Still?
Bid me be silent, bid me to conceal, Secrecy has been a duty to me. I could reveal my heart absolute, But Fate doesn’t wish it to be. The sun’s bright path, outshining my delicate sorrow, Dark nights fade away, delivering to sky another tomorrow, The marble stone cracking exposed its magnificence at last, And yields… Continue reading Heading Home
“You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies. That is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.” — Jiddu Krishnamurti full moon eclipse, Jun… Continue reading The Moon’s Demand
The desire you burn, that never acted upon, Is called Daydreaming . The love you harbor, that never chased after, Is called Unrequiting . The answer to your question, that you never asked, Is always NO . Final note: These was my grandpa’s favorite lines, which he quoted himself. 😀🥳 And it looks like all… Continue reading The Answer To Your Question
Freedom calls, Destiny awaits, Day after day, You’ve been called upon . Because, In your heart, You’ve been waiting for this moment to come . . . . . Read More: Beauty Is The Truth In You Read Next: If You Do Not Escape
Lay down your head and I will sing you a lullaby, Back to the years of blissful innocence. I will sing you to sleep and I will sing you tomorrow, Bless you with love for the road you go. . May you sail fare to the far field of fortune, With diamonds and pearls at… Continue reading Let Me Sing You A Lullaby
“After you die and go to heaven and meet your husband again, will he be thirty-three or seventy or eighty? And how old will you be? It would be strange for you, over seventy, to meet him at thirty-three.” I asked her one day. She was Anglican and had a very strong faith. She firmly… Continue reading How Old Will You Be In Heaven?