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The Story of Still-life I asked a forgotten towel on the washing line: what’s happening with you? It replied: I am collecting rain for the days of drought, when you are burning hot. I found a handkerchief left in the drawer, I asked: what’s going on? It said: I was collecting tears. I am here…
Faceless To Whom It May Concern. It’s not my responsibility if you don’t care It’s not my concern if you are a fool. Why should I be worried if you are played too easily? This world belongs to us all, No matter if I am a king or a peasant, Our share to this…
Curiosity and Excitement Curiosity and Excitement Lead To The Fire and Storm Dating requires excitement and curiosity. Being mysterious doesn’t cause curiosity, it creates fatigue. * If curiosity and excitement – either / or – don’t exist, don’t waste each other’s time unless you are a player, then you know what you are after.…
Nuance of The Love Languages! She made herself comfortable in his arms and asked enthusiastically: Am I the love of your life? He replied calmly while his eyes followed the rays of the setting sun: No. She lifted herself on her arm and looked at him with shock : What? He smiled and said: Calm…
The Society of Glorification! The new beginning Starts with not to glorify Being down in the mud Where I smelled the sewage Where I was too high to smell To feel the pain I caused To myself and to the others! The society of glorification! Glorifying coolness, By being a single parent, a surrogate mother,…
Utopia Utopia is where you live, It’s the vast field of lavender where I smell the scent of your hair. It is the city of sophistication, Where your electric smile, invigorating , darkens any light. It’s the ocean’s water, Like your milky skin, sensational, yet heals any wounds. Utopia is the bed,my sanctuary, where the…
A Day of Joyous Ride It was dawn, a pink and golden dawn. She was holding two pomegranates, the pointy ones and had a large strawberry in her mouth, a juicy one, and carrying an abundant wheatfield on her shoulder, when she jumped on a saddle-less horse. The horse was trotting through the meadows, alongside…
A Cosy Home in the Village of Trust When I was walking among the dead leaves, the cemetery of young and fresh lives, gone forever, I could feel the world of uncertainties, I could sense life as crossing over a sharp edge between the real and illusion, where sometimes we lose the direction our vision-…
The Process of Absolution We think if we just ask for forgiveness, That will be granted. But unfortunately the impact of sins is more complicated than that. Firstly we need to know what sin is? Sin – in my book- is anything that hurts yourself, others or the surroundings. The lack of harmony in…
Harmony or Peace? If peace was the purpose of life, animals and the food chain were never formed. Harmony perhaps is but not peace. Harmony is the product of man’s journey while peace is only a transient stage. You can’t find a sea without a storm. No absolute stillness in this world. Even the stillworld…