Ruddy skin, pale face,
Wrinkles & freckles spread all over her the face.
Her sorrow eyes, hazy & blurred,
Her translucent shrinked body was looking like that of corpse.
She was sitting on wheelchair,
With numb legs & worshipping for her death.
Her dried pink lips,
Chanting the mantras in her each breath.
Her white snowy hairs,
Tied in loose plaits.
A soft instrumental music in background,
She used to play.
Silence surrounded her,
Coz nobody loved her as she was paralyzed.
Her family locked her in a room,
Just to avoid her loud cries.
She used to sit in balcony,
In every morning, every night.
Sometimes looking at the sky, talking to God,
Sometimes watching people on roads...
Somebody get me a hammer, I wanna break all the clocks and the mirrors. And go back to a time that it was different. A time when I didn't feel like there was something missing. Now my body and mind are so distant, I don't know how to escape from this prision.
How can I free my mind? 'Cause I can't breathe.
How can I live in the moment when my thoughts never feel like my own, and I don't know how to admit that I'm broken.
How can I be alright? 'Cause I can't breathe.
A million things to say,
Floating in the mind,
No sense of direction
How to pen it down,
To show what it feels like,
I sit here contemplating.
When our eyes started talking
I found that the time stoped...
The people around me disappeared
Where I lost myself into your eyes .,
And that's the moment where ,
I realized my heart was under your control ...
I started hearing my heart beat aloud.,
And at last realized it wasn't my heart beat ! it's was your name which was kept repeating in my heart....
Like no one can love this way 💖 💏
Leaving behind childhood days is painful. Those days which give meaning to life. Those days where innocence lives. Yet holding on to memories can make one restore the inner child and remain so forever.
It's so easy to tell others they are beautiful. But saying the same words in the mirror seems a lot harder.
So today we're practicing just that!
Write a letter about your own beauty. Name at least three things about yourself that you find beautiful.
Tag your letter 'beauty'.
her when she received
an invitation to murder.
She went to the address
And rang the door bell.
She pulled the trigger.
" FIRST DAY OF MY LIFE. "
A well known song by 'Bright Eyes'.
With a video clip worth watching. So if you have a few minutes to spare, copy and paste this one in your browser:
After listening to this song, tell us about your first day (you fell in love).
Tag your letter 'music' and 'love'.
Let me know in the comments below when you're done!
Can I write you a letter??
Is it okay to tell you how I feel. Will it be okay to express the love I have for you on pen and paper. For if I were to draw it would be an explosion of bright neon colors, bleeding into one another, forming never before seen colors and shapes, inviting the mind to be more curious, enticing the fingers to wander and want to feel the new shapes,patterns and colors we have created.
It will be safer to write, because then I could think of the right words to put down. I could merge letters to form words to tell you how your smile makes my heart blush. Or how your anticipated touch makes my body shift. Or how my lips savor your taste, and my fingers crave your touch. ...
The fault was our own,
We kept searching for home in
people when it was inside us.
Llega el reto semanal para cartas escritas en español y en esta ocasión se me ha ocurrido celebrar el centenario de Gloria Fuertes. ¿Sabéis de quién hablo? Exactamente el 28 de Julio de 2017 hará 100 años de su nacimiento.
Madrileña de nacimiento Gloria Fuertes es conocida por llevar los versos a los niños, escribía poesías amables y sencillas que cautivaban tanto a los más pequeños como a los adultos. Y su obra es mucho más completa que una escritura sólo para niños. Gloria Fuertes falleció el 27 de Noviembre de 1998.
Así que esta semana quiero que le dediquemos nuestras palabras a ella, quien siempre se las dedicaba a los demás. Escríbele una poesía, un cuento o una cart...
My world is too small, my dear,
It is all going well, year after year,
With only a few souls that stay within the sphere,
Who know that for me, humility is premier,
The background music is my life will always appear,
And that I'm one of those idiots who doesn't think about career.
I push away the people I want the most in my life, and I tell myself that it's because I need to learn to live without attachments. But deep inside, all I want is for someone to resist my efforts at pushing them away and tell me I am worth holding on to, even when I'm acting like a complete idiot.
My two words for my boss .. "I Quit"
There comes a time in life when you have to choose between being a part of the filthy politics at workplace or walking away from it and doing something that really makes your life worth living.. when you have to choose between being happy and compromising on your values to survive. And all you have to do is.. lift your head high.. take a deep breath.. walk up to your beast employer and say, I am not here to listen to your bullshit any longer. I have my two words for you.. "I Quit".
Down memory lane....
I have a passion for teaching. I still remember my days at the university where I post graduated from. I still remember those days when my professors tol...