Saturday, 24 August 2013

No Cry

We are all looking the same
No! No! It’s not a game
Our hands pressing against the ears
Rosy, not rosy, cheeks with tears

Is it anger on our face?
There is no sense to trace
We are busy shouting all together
Not one to address the matter

“Hear me first” “Hear me first”
We all cry to be first
Hope someone will make a decision
To bring a change and listen

Thursday, 22 August 2013

Today!



Today I’ll try again. This is all I can do. Today I’ll endure more and I’ll take a step further. And while coming back I’ll buy….

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Palm Tree

Johnny was sitting under a palm tree. That palm tree was swaying with the wind. From top to bottom it was swaying. It looked full of life. The green spiky leaves appeared to be like a chandelier. Johnny thought that the tree invited him to sit by it and so he agreed. He took a stick in his hand and started drawing something on the sand. Sun rays came through the spiky leaves and touched his drawing hand. He didn't stop. He scribbled something then rubbed it. In few seconds his mind took him somewhere else but he still kept drawing. A soothing sound and the swaying palm tree brought him back. Johnny looked around, there was no one but the palm tree and the sand. Finally he got up and sauntered away. He took nothing but a thought with him and left nothing behind.

The palm tree swayed beautifully.

My Time

My time. My time to rule and regain. My time to change and develop. My time to cashback. My time to realise the certainty. My time to live...