One Night In August

And when words fail, written words capture it better: Here goes....

Under an empty moonless sky in august

In the middle of a dream

Tempestuous serenity

Oxymoronic calm ate through the darkness

Nibbling at remnants of the Fifth Night

Coolly, the clock ticking away

‘Twas the second night for a red rose

But in the middle of a dream

A single line captured

What sonnets failed to express

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Who made us judge(s)?

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Through My Daughter's Eyes

I have a little angel in my house. A little pretty, flower girl that throws her hands up whenever I come home. A sign of appreciation and admiration I suppose. She's a bright little piece of art. Learning things very fast. Words, actions all in a manner that's a combination of pretty, witty, funny and cute. Yet she doesn't forget an action or word said. May it be an advert on tele, a weird random action I just did unknowingly. It sticks in her little mind. Sticks and never goes away. So we mind our language whenever we are around her. We watch what we do, the programmes we subject her to, because whatever she sees, she copies and permanently pastes in her little head. Shes an awesome piece. She seems to appreciate life every time she wakes up. Giving off a soft mourn so that I can know she has just woken up. And when I do, she seems to tell me with her eyes. Well, mummy, am glad to be living. The brightness in her face and eyes are priceless. When in most cases I woul...

Of regrets and undone priorities

I once (as a little girl) read a sad piece from a book, "If I Had My Child to Raise Over Again" by Chief Dan George or by Diana Loomans. Am not exactly sure who wrote it. But the piece was special...gives a detailed account of a parent's regrets. It read in part.... "... If I had my child to raise over again, I'd finger paint more, and point the finger less. I'd do less correcting, and more connecting. I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes. I would care to know less, and know to care more...." And it goes on and on.... Do you sometimes look back at years passed and regret things not done?...look back at lost years and be like, "God, where did my youth go to?" or "What the heck did I do with my life?" I think that statement hits many of us once in a while. Does it ever hit you how time flies when we totally do nothing? I thank whoever wrote that piece. For from it, I learnt to set small goals and achieve ...

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