It's a halley comet appearance-
A blue moon occurrence,
When two like each other
With a calm intensity and ferocious tranquility.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
You & Me
Monday, October 22, 2012
A lingering frame
A lingering frame,
Haunts a beautiful dream,
Cages the love bird,
Yet it's a sweet memory cherished.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Crazy for You
You are the one for me,Crazy for your loveHold you forever in my loveUnconditional, unbounded, undefined.
My heart beats for youMy eyes see and ask theeto just stay there,and let me have this glance eternal
Roses for youfeelings for youheart for yousoul for you
Waiting forthe momentto see youagain.
Sunday, May 09, 2010
For you, My Mother!
Shining with your grace
Nurturing in God's praise
Mother! We love you!
- A Haiku (5-7-5, 3 lines)
Happy Mother's Day
Monday, March 29, 2010
WRITERS WRITE : A Short Essay
Writers write.
Writers are complicated, yet simple. They are monogamous, yet they crave diversity. They are creative, yet they destroy to create.
They break to make, not make to break. They test the strength of fragile to make them strong. They express the truth in a lie, the lie never in a truth.
They manipulate only to cut strings to make it so open, yet so indecipherable. They encrypt where they decrypt.
They worship the devil in prose to make angels pure. They worship the angels in poetry to make others see through their fall.
The rise of vices in not the grave of morality, but it's also the rise of ethics brought about by stark contrast in created imagination in the reader's mind by being totally immoral, with no morality to contrast with.
They dream illusions to create reality. Reality which never existed and can never exist. Yet, it becomes reality. Reality is their illusion.
They are magicians. They pull out rabbits, but they carry no hats. Their fiction is their lives. they live their lives, but they make destinies.
They get played out by destiny. But, they play out their own destiny. So much so, they live longer than their words that destiny let them create.
Writers are experimental. They complete them. They become them.
Writers write.
Writers are complicated, yet simple. They are monogamous, yet they crave diversity. They are creative, yet they destroy to create.
They break to make, not make to break. They test the strength of fragile to make them strong. They express the truth in a lie, the lie never in a truth.
They manipulate only to cut strings to make it so open, yet so indecipherable. They encrypt where they decrypt.
They worship the devil in prose to make angels pure. They worship the angels in poetry to make others see through their fall.
The rise of vices in not the grave of morality, but it's also the rise of ethics brought about by stark contrast in created imagination in the reader's mind by being totally immoral, with no morality to contrast with.
They dream illusions to create reality. Reality which never existed and can never exist. Yet, it becomes reality. Reality is their illusion.
They are magicians. They pull out rabbits, but they carry no hats. Their fiction is their lives. they live their lives, but they make destinies.
They get played out by destiny. But, they play out their own destiny. So much so, they live longer than their words that destiny let them create.
Writers are experimental. They complete them. They become them.
Writers write.
Monday, January 04, 2010
Happy Birthday (Mother)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Your hugs are blissful,
As a thousand sun rays'.
Your care is caressing,
Nurturing as honey and milk.
Your smiles, to us, bring Joy;
As Joy is brought in our creation-
So, to us, as God created you!
Love you with Love!
Your hugs are blissful,
As a thousand sun rays'.
Your care is caressing,
Nurturing as honey and milk.
Your smiles, to us, bring Joy;
As Joy is brought in our creation-
So, to us, as God created you!
Love you with Love!
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