Happy Thursday and have an inspiring day! 😀
As she appeared, on the stage, she gave a bow in modest. Her hands were limp, her knees were bent, she almost looked ragged. She then began, with a smile on her face, to carry out her performance. (a smile which never left, we all felt it couldn’t.)
She danced in the pretty dress that she wore, and it swirled round and round, never touching the ground for sure. She then waved her arms over her head, and rose above the floor – which then led to her biggest move, dropping her down, like a ballerina in a frown.
Have you ever looked in a mirror?
Have you ever yourself seen?
Have you ever believed?
That you are all the hero that you need.
If you make angels out of people
If you make them a hero that you see
How will you make yourself believe
Have you ever noticed, when you read and re read a word more than 5 or 6 times, it looses its meaning? For that certain moment (and this is a cliche sentence) you question its existence -why do those the words exist? That, say, for example, “quote” -why q-u-o-t-e is written in that way? Where does its meaning derive from? Then, your eyes begin to separate the “q” from the “u” and the “o” and “t” and “e”.
Its just this very thought and observation that makes me question not just these words or sentences, or pages books and novels – when I expand this thought to people, nature, places – the whole world, it doesn’t make sense to me in the same way as it does for words.
While walking around the park one calm, sunny morning, I noticed these bubbles that had appeared out of nowhere. I turned around and saw a tiny dragon like creature, with watery scales and a watery flow, not more than two fingers long, blowing bubbles out of a pipe while resting his back on this grey fence. I was shocked to see – not just the dragon but the whole site! I stumbled into my bag, took my phone out as fast as I could to snap a photo – just to see the dragon run off! I managed to take a picture of these bubbles – but who would now believe that it was a dragon blowing bubbles out of a pipe?
I sat here and waited for harmony to come.
I saw them plead for justice, a justice that would never come.
for who could ever reverse what was done?
They asked, they begged, they cried and prayed
for someone to just hear, to lift that fog away.
For you, just another news for the day
But for them, their whole world was torn away.
The sound of little feet, pitter patter
The sound of a child saying “I am hungry mother.”
They still wait for this sound to come after mid day.
A young man smiling, at his mother
heading for school, for the day, and, forever
Its all gone now, they have snatched it away.
the fog that settled down, a fog that will forever stay.
In the memory of the 133 innocent children and staff massacred in the Peshawar School attack by terrorists on December 16, 2014.
The day humanity saw hell on Earth.
how i wish,
to have you home,
with a head shaped like a dome.