February 23, 2015 § Leave a comment
If mice could roar
And elephants soar
And trees grow up in the sky;
If tigers could dine
On biscuits and wine,
And the fattest of men could fly!
If pebbles could sing
And bells never ring
And teachers were lost in the post;
If a tortoise could run
And losses be won,
And bullies be buttered on toast;
If a song brought a shower,
And a gun grew a flower,
This world would be nicer than most!
PS: This is an untitled Ruskin Bond poem I came across a long time back, and it always makes me smile 🙂 I hope this wonderful poet’s words put a smile on your face and brighten up your day ❤
February 20, 2015 § Leave a comment
The young girl had been waiting at the bus stop for more than 45 minutes. The bus was no where to be seen and there wasn’t a single soul in sight. But she didn’t mind. It was so peaceful there, far away from reality, from her life. She was at one with herself and this was the happiest she had been in a long time. She almost hoped the bus would never come.
The thunder announced the arrival of the rain. It was a terribly beautiful sight; the heavy thunder storm clouds rolling over the mountains like waves crashing through the heavens. It’s funny how a few hours of your life can exhaust you, but an entire day of rambling through the woods in a mountain can make you feel more alive than you’ve ever been. The soft music of the rain was like a lullaby. She could close her eyes on pain and drift of to sweet uncertainty. She felt herself swaying to the gentle pitter-patter of the drops, and then she was overcome by joy so sweet, so unbearably ecstatic, she needed to let go.
She threw her bag onto the floor, and rushed into the rain. She skipped and twirled and danced to rhythm of her heart and the song of the rain.
She would have to go back soon. To her life, to people, to reality. But for now, she just danced. She danced in the rain and washed away the dust that had settled on her soul. She was free.
February 19, 2015 § Leave a comment
Life is like an amusement park. The best rides have the longest lines, but they are always worth the wait! 🙂
February 18, 2015 § Leave a comment
Where the heavens change form
From red to gold to a silvery blue
Where the sun streaked clouds
Bring forth a sweet sadness to the soul…
Where there is music in the rain
And brilliant peacocks delightfully dance
To the sweet sound of peace
In harmony with Love…
Where birds sing
Gentle songs of kindness,
And caress the wind
With their feathered touch…
Amid the oaken woods
A bubbling brook flows by,
The lush meadow
Alive with the vibrant blossoms
Of youth and years gone by…
Here in this paradise
There’s Love in every sigh
Every glance, every touch,
Every smile and every breath…
Here there is a castle,
High up in the sky
In the clouds,
Made out of dreams and hopes…
This is my castle,
My fickle reality…
A fleeting moment
That lasts for eternity,
That is time
In my castle in the sky…
And with a gentle breath
Breathes sweet words
Unburdening all of life’s griefs…
Alone or together
Sad or joyous
Everything is welcome
In my paradise…
When reality is brutal
And memories are knives,
Twisting through my veins
Seeping venom into my blood…
This is my redemption,
That heals me of my life…
February 17, 2015 § Leave a comment
Once upon a time, far far away… beyond the Mount Rationalia, across the valley of Mistanasia, past the Pixie Desert, there was the land of Fantasmia. River mythyton bubbled and frolicked past this wondrous land. You could see anything here, anything at all… For in Fantasmia there were no laws of nature… The only limit was your imagination. Humans lived here in peace with a myriad of mythical creatures. Magic was in the air, a song on every lip, and ecstasy flowed through every creature. No evil ever befell Fantasmia as it was protected by the most powerful magic in existence-Love.
Here in this wonderous land lived a little group of humans with three little children. They were very, very naughty and never listened to their parents. One day as they were going to go play in the Sparkmirth woods, their mother warned them to stay away from the Poisonivy Swamp.
Naughty as they were, these children did not heed their mothers warning. They were enchanted by the swamp, for it wasn’t one of those muddy, mucky swamps, but a truly enchanting pool. They jumped into the water. As they were splashing and playing, they were bitten by a snake. They were terrified, so they ran back home, but to their astonishment, once they reached home, they saw that all traces of the bites had vanished. They were afraid their mother would scold them, so they decided to say nothing to her.
As it happened, these bites were no ordinary bites. They had been bitten by an evil snake who was jealous and resentful of the beauty of Fantasmia. As the children grew, they developed evil thoughts such as greed, hatred, jealousy… They were banished from Fantasmia, because everyone knows, a little bit of evil can soon turn into a raging evil.
These humans traveled far until they came upon uninhabited lands. Here they decided to start their lives over. They grew in number and lived all together, but sadly, their poison was passed down through the generations. There was discord and fighting and violence. There still is. Everytime we switch on the TV or radio or look to a newspaper, we can see this poison spread and grow. The creatures of Fantasmia take pity sometimes and help control this evil, but it can never be eradicated. The best that these people, that we can do, is to remember that we aren’t all bad. Along with the poison, we also carry the Love that we inherited from Fantasmia. We can only try to lead a path of Love, so the poison cannot spread and grow.
And who knows, maybe one day we’ll have learned enough Love to go back to Fantasmia.
February 17, 2015 § Leave a comment
She picked him up from the shore,
Like a shiny shell for her amusement,
Like a distraction from her hell,
Like a pebble to be thrown away.
But his heart wasn’t shelled in stone,
It rode on the wind,
Smiled in the rain,
Danced for joy,
Rejoiced for wonder.
Naivety was his fault,
Her poison charmed words,
Enchanted him to blindness.
she left him lighter,
As she took away herself,
But he stayed naive,
And let her pick him up again.
Now he was a treasure,
Hurt but stronger for it,
He was strong for forgiveness,
For empathy and kindness.
They tread untrodden paths together,
They adventured through the sky,
They lived among the lions,
Until They parted ways.
No anger no hatred,
Simple bittersweet sting,
All that now remains,
Is what ifs and remember whens.
They are but a moment
In this ephemeral infinity,
And now you are witness to that moment,
In which they lived and loved and died.
February 16, 2015 § Leave a comment
As she sat and looked around,
What do you think she found?
She used to be a happy light,
Oh yes she did too shine so bright!
Somehow on her journey here,
She was robbed by doubt and fear.
She lost her laugh, she lost her smile,
The twinkling eyes have hid a while.
Now she sees what she has done,
How she blotted out her sun,
How she had stopped being kind,
How she tormented her mind.
Now she wants to love again,
Her life will not have been in vain.
She is wiser now, beyond her years,
Seeds borne out of all her tears.
The path back up is hard and steep,
She must have faith and courage so deep,
That she has the strength to climb her way,
Out of night, into the day.
Searching for her missing part,
She has to come to know her heart,
She has to learn to love herself,
She has to learn to ask for help.
Her broken heart will start to heal,
More than ever she’ll start to feel,
Loss and pain of yesterday,
Will help her get back on her way.
The bright little soul will soon shine,
As herself she begins to find.