There lives a line,
ever turning,
chasing its tail.
Overlapping its figure,
with mouth open,
still chasing the tail.
There lives a man,
ever turning,
chasing his tail.
The days one n’ same,
with mouth wide open,
still chasing the tail.
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The Great Race
And there it began,
The fall, the rise,
The mad, the fun,
From right and left,
Whence the King had died.
Empty Poet
The page broken,
Crimson ink flows,
Word by word to the floor,
Shattered at the glassy tile,
The silence broken sullen,
Air of blissful taste,
a painting of bloody dreams
An art of wishful times.
It stays.
And the storm passed, leaving the boy in the desert of bones. His sweat kissing his lips on the way to its grave. Two times, he failed, thrice, he tried. And now he stood with the fruit he desired, of a stubborn tree.
He gaveup his hope. But hope never left. It stays.
Unbound blessings
Can I hold two hearts,
One for the wretched
And one for the blessed.
Yes, he said, the true one.
When the blessed care for the wretched,
A heart is whole,
For the World to fit
Soul maker’s peace
There is a soul maker,
Lurking around every corner,
Paying attention to all around.
He is watching, what he sowed.
When the time comes, he reaps.
And what did he sow,
What else than your soul.
He plants it, waters it,
Face the light, the thunder,
the storm that plucks out the bad,
And at last who remain,
Who finds truth
He reaps at the end.
That is the soul makers truth.
Make life from life.
Stay untitled.
There’s a burden one must carry,
A sorrowful one, a dismay.
And there’s hope one must carry,
Heavier, yet blooming.
And in between the pages,
One must stay untitled,
What better way to hope,
To loose a burden,
Than by shadowing your title.
Strong wine.
Have you tasted wine?
The wine they call friends.
Red and dark silver
Blue and black creamings
Grey and day burning,
Years old wine.
Taste it ones,
The tongue searches for more.
Yet, be addictive,
My friend,
That’s the drowning of
the being of “you”.
Thanking my 500 followers.
It is a wonderful day today, I have to share this moment. My blog just hit 500 followers today. 500 followers! I still can’t believe I got so much following.
When I started this blog a year and a half back, I never thought I would keep up the work. I am a person who loses interest in pretty much everything very quickly. Even though I wasn’t able to post consistently, I have always tried to write whenever I find the time. Your support and kind comments made me stick to it. I was not only able to improve my writing, which I love but also to meet some lovely people around the globe.
Thank you, everyone, words can’t wholly express my feelings now. I love all of you, have a great life. Be polite, be honest and be happy. May God bless us all.
Smile.
The new friend
He waited till the last person withdrew. The time was near and he can’t be late. But the people just won’t go. The storms near, why aren’t they going? He sat on the ground. While the crowd slowly walked out of the green matted field, the man stood up eagerly, “at last, “
But he saw two still standing. He walked up to them.
“Storm’s near,” he said to a gentleman with tearing eyes. The man nodded. The man moved out with a woman holding his hands.
“So here we go” the man clutched his shovel and started closing the grave. The man slowly pulled out a torn kercheif and kept it on top of the gentleman’s sons casket.
“Don’t worry boy, you will have friends here, my son sleeps a few metres from here, he is a good boy. He could use a nice company. Give this kerchief to him, when you see him. Tell him, his papa loves him.”
The man shovelled the mud into the grave like tears swelling in eyes.
Finding the Alchemist 