Sunday, August 29, 2010

Sitting in silence as the world passes me by...
Hear the winds rustle among the trees...
An old man clings to his papers, snug under his arm, a little tighter...
Clouds of grey start to hover over the horizon...
Little wisps of cool breeze dissipates the heat of the roaring sun...
Soon, little teardrops from heaven start to fall...
Slowly building up its intensity...
Across the street, children playing in care-free wonder start dismissing themselves home...
A teenage boy utters a swear-word, cursing the on-coming weather...
A mother clutches her child closer, opening an umbrella in anticipation...
A father hurriedly gets into his car, speeding off into the traffic of the evening...
A grandfather picks up his speed on the bicycle, trying to make it home before its too late...
Out on the balcony, drying clothes are quickly gathered into the house...
A young lady's face lights up in delight...
As her lover frowns in the prospect of getting wet...
Some of the village children start their rally...
Gathering more company for a swim in the big drains...
In the fields, the football match fights on...
Rain or shine, determination for victory untainted.
Gradually, the gentle drizzle turns into a heavy downpour...
Pedestrians scuttle into the shades taking cover...
Owh, the magnificiency of the human character...
One action. many reactions.
What would your choice be?

Thursday, August 19, 2010

There are days when you make me few like there is nothing separating heaven and earth... that everything is possible.. that the world is on the end of a string, tied around my finger. There was so much that I could do with life itself and living was in life itself.
Then there are also days when it feels like I got hit by a bus, rolled under a bulldozer, drowned in the big blue ocean...spiraled down under to emerge on the other side of the globe. There would be no where else that I would rather be... than curled up in bed nursing my shattered soul.
Two extremes of the same spectrum... both in your control.
there are days when you make me few like there is nothing separating heaven and earth... that everything is possible.. that the world is on the end of a string, tied around my finger. There was so much that I could do with