October 2011
15 posts
qui est-elle?
she’s young. childlessly convincing herself she’s bold enough to know what she wants. she doesn’t.
she’s absurdly vague, naive and easily jealous. fiercely possessive, insecure, easily influenced;
gracelessly dancing to the rhythm of that ethereal melody she created.
she’s inspired, from the simplest of speck to the grandest of things.
a gentle soul easily...
concentration, you beauty!
concentration is my weakness. my strongest enemy.
i am oblivious at times, i overlook things that are mostly important. sometimes i blame it on the stars.
you see, being a piscean makes me more of a dreamer both in broad daylight and during the darkest of nights rather than the realistic, concentrative, attentive version of your grace. i easily tend to drift away, imagine things and places...
“There are two ways of spreading light:
to be the candle or the mirror that...”
it's her thinking..and she's going by it
‘tis friday, ‘tis ‘fugly’
its wet, gloomy and chilly day to end a tiresome week. this playful weather, let me tell you, does make a fool of ourselves sometimes! but then again its days like this; when that pot of boiling tea and a good book makes our hearts go ponder turning our stormy souls to calm ease — reminds us, that all goodness does not solely depends...
“In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are...”
– http://karishma.me/page/
another sunday musing...
Songs. its their utterly moving, beyond inspiring words which are melodically woven that always brings me to appreciate Music and its power. indeed, it is what feelings sounds like!
”..if you’ll never try, you’ll never know. just what you’re worth.”
This line inspires me, big time. it’s as if the person behind the song is speaking directly to me. to go forth and...
my rambling moments...
i cant remember the last time i saw the sunset. the last time i took a swim. the last time i helped someone cross the street. offered a food or drink. those simple acts of kindness and unselfish joy you share and feel because you made someone smile. when was the last time?
perhaps i do remember some of them, unconsciously:
for when those moments presents themselves, those unselfish...
beautiful assemblage of words..
“After a While After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
That kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of a woman
not the grief...
