In a valley far away, virgin to the procelain form of modernization, peace dwell side by side with the humankind. Sitting under a barren tree, an old white beard hermit tells the green valley old stories of life, long gone by.
When the rain pours, the lush mountains stare stonily at the sky. A sigh of monsoon escapes from the dry soil, hungry for the ample water which was much awaited.
While the meaning to life grew no more, good old traditions remain shattered, words lost its meaning and so has life turned around. Along with it, so did the universe. Never to remain the same again, there is no looking back now. Life often looks at the universe, and the universe caresses the soul that lives the life. Protecting it from all evil, may no harm ever befall it.
The sunny valleys soughts for the open sea, for mountains creates a closing for it to spread free. The thirsty tide runs inland, washes away all forms of misery that every man has known or is yet to know.
Deep in snow the laboring hands of a mother can not support the burden of being a woman. Under the stars, under the same sky, the laughter of a maiden so fair can be heard not very far away from the mother who has succumbed to being a sadist. Low whispering at an appointed hour, both sing songs from the heart. The mother sings a lullaby to her hungry child while the girl sing songs for her lover lost in war.
Far away from the two misery queens, the eagle descends to speak to the mountains. The pine trees sway to the rhythm of the cool breeze. In a distance, there stands a peach tree, its blossoms glitter like the midnight stars. The velvet sky spreads out for the moon to make its way. And the people beneath it look up in awe, so in love with the moonlight
Friday 21 October 2011
A lost mind!
I force a wistful grin to hide my sadness away so that you can not tell that I am hurting. Go on now, if you must leave. I will set you free. But as you leave, the silent tears flow. There is no spark, there is no delight and there is no joy to life anymore. I often walk around in daze since you have been gone. I have fallen into a trance which is full of smokey gloom, choking me out of my life. I have started to wake up in the middle of the night, and I gasp at the realization that you have gone, forever. That is when I begin to weep.
My mind although open, has become as wide as the starless night sky and deep as the stormy sea, battleing with the heavy waves that has come along with the heartache. A fountain of endless tears, a pool of shattered dreams, a world of sad emtions and a longing for the world to look straight is what has become of me, of what has become of this lost mind of mine.
Friends tell me to move on in life and that time will heal everything. A helpless soul that I am, I just nod and smile and agree with them, while I slowly go insane.
Now all that I do is think and talk about you. Even the finest men around do not suffice to the man I lost in you. You left me not heartbroken but you left me with a lost mind!
My mind although open, has become as wide as the starless night sky and deep as the stormy sea, battleing with the heavy waves that has come along with the heartache. A fountain of endless tears, a pool of shattered dreams, a world of sad emtions and a longing for the world to look straight is what has become of me, of what has become of this lost mind of mine.
Friends tell me to move on in life and that time will heal everything. A helpless soul that I am, I just nod and smile and agree with them, while I slowly go insane.
Now all that I do is think and talk about you. Even the finest men around do not suffice to the man I lost in you. You left me not heartbroken but you left me with a lost mind!
The heart of a woman!
There is a never ending journey the heart will make. What it chooses while on the journey will never be the regrets for tomorrow, it will only be the chances that it has taken. This heart met a young lad, two hearts spoke of the world unknown only to fall apart, somewhere along the journey.
But a woman's heart has its own ways to compensate for every drop of tear shed, for every sorrow it faces, for every misery it feels and for every details of the pain she goes through.
Her heart is a breeding ground for love that might have seemed to be impossible in the beginning of the journey. Everything that her heart ever desired falls apart, broken pieces remain idle within her, creating a confusion which is far from any man's comprehension.
The sombre life that follows after every heart that is broken itself is the epitome of a failing heart, it is a personification of the life once lived in laughters and happiness, only to be taken all away in a blink of an eye.
When a woman's heart is broken, it kills her for a moment. Period! But then, what seems to have been branded as the weaker sex aint that weak at all. Like how a new mother learns to perfect motherhood, like how a daughter shoulders the responsibility of an ageing parent, like how a wife learns to be the keeper, a woman's heart learns to let go and start life all over again.
But a woman's heart has its own ways to compensate for every drop of tear shed, for every sorrow it faces, for every misery it feels and for every details of the pain she goes through.
Her heart is a breeding ground for love that might have seemed to be impossible in the beginning of the journey. Everything that her heart ever desired falls apart, broken pieces remain idle within her, creating a confusion which is far from any man's comprehension.
The sombre life that follows after every heart that is broken itself is the epitome of a failing heart, it is a personification of the life once lived in laughters and happiness, only to be taken all away in a blink of an eye.
When a woman's heart is broken, it kills her for a moment. Period! But then, what seems to have been branded as the weaker sex aint that weak at all. Like how a new mother learns to perfect motherhood, like how a daughter shoulders the responsibility of an ageing parent, like how a wife learns to be the keeper, a woman's heart learns to let go and start life all over again.
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