When words are written In box of 150 characters Meanings’ lost in-between
As I was browsing at my photo archives, I noticed in one specific photo having this detail at the background. I zoomed out and amused on what it entails. With just one look you can tell on how these two travelers delegate responsibilities. Light come now quickly Shadows hide in your absence Reveal what
Kindle the passion as our love transpires Across countries that we soon traverse You and I, together, when travel bites. No looking back for what’s behind Until the day we say “IT” out loud Simply we grab each other’s hand Silently be there in each other’s side Enwrap in dreams
… like rain that falls Floods my heart with thoughts in vain Then so love appears.
Standing by my window On my most special day; I looked up in the night sky And saw the bare moonlight. I haven’t watched it so often But I know it exists. I cherished its presence Before I bid good night. It whispered me a message To remind me of today; For the many blessings I
Full Text of the ‘Poem for Online Generation’ Last week, I shared with you the spoken poetry film of Gary Turk that became viral around the web. When I posted that, the youtube video had already about 3 million viewers. Today as I’m writing this post, I am overwhelmed to see
The National Poetry Month just concluded, and here goes a spoken poetry film that just went viral and still is after the release on 25th April – written, performed and directed by Gary Turk. Look Up. It is a lesson taught to us to stop looking down through our digital
What you send ~ Will come back; What you sow ~ You will reap; What you give ~ You will get; What you see in others ~ Exists in you; So Give out all the love you can and let your love shine through! I attended a Life-Mastery seminar few
Have you thought what I had been thinking? Let’s travel back in time, and have a sneak peek what thoughts were played when this blog came to be: Year 2008. I left my job in a Christian school, a community that inspired me back to read books, and to scribble words. But as
What’s with the rose? Curling its petals open As if called by the heavenly I want to know, I want to hear! What’s in the rose? Beaming its crimson hue As if tinted by the blood of life I want to know; I want to hear! How will i know?