Wednesday, September 30, 2015

The One

#poem #beautifulpiece by a #friend

From the day I saw you,
To the day I felt you in me,
My heart pounds in solace,
For my heart seeks salvation in you.

I dare not to pursue you,
For I have my essence longing to have you,
To feel the warmth of your love and grace,
For my heart seeks salvation in you.

The chill breeze brings in your whisper,
Drowns my heart in the well of love,
And reminds me, "she is the one"
For my heart seeks salvation in you.

N.B: Romeo, I pray that you get your Juliet soon. Sorry, couldn't help posting. It is such a beautiful piece. Good Luck 😜

Monday, September 28, 2015

Gossip

“There she goes a manipulative gold digger.” A woman in late thirties wearing a floral maxi carrying a blue carry bag retorted. Finely made up and stylishly dressed for her age.

“Oh! Is she the one? No doubt she looks young.” Another compatible woman said thoroughly scrutinizing her through an oversized Ray Ban glass with a disapproved look.

“Heard she is younger than his youngest son.” They went on while pretending to pick necessary items from the rack.

“Tsk tsk…this generation girls! We can never fathom what they are up to. He is old enough as her father.”

“Shhhh…she might hear us.” One with glasses on whispered loudly.

“Heard he funded all her education expanses and all.” It looked like they wanted her to hear everything.

“People should live with class irrespective of bank balance.” A maxi dressed said checking her make up in the mirror on the wall.

“Her circumstances might have forced her to take such a filthy decision. Aeii…she is such a beauty.” She said adjusting her glass.

“What a waste. She might have used her beauty to lure an old man. Instead she could easily work in a movie with face like that.” There was a no indication of stopping this.

“What a big bad world?” they said their favorite line in unison and giggled like a high school girls.

She heard it all. Wasn’t it their intention? On impulse, she wanted to walk out from the grocery but she stayed. After all why should she? She did nothing wrong. She had to hear it all for better or the worst. Trust me, she had been called worse.

Can relationship between a man and woman be ever holier in the eyes of society? Before knowing the inside story, they provide their judgment and seal the verdict.  She has another story to tell, a real one but what’s the use, they will believe what they always wanted to. They just need something to talk while sipping a coffee, walking to home or while hanging out together.

She can’t shut all the mouth but she can close her ear. Indeed it was a big bad world with small mind. Little did world know that while pointing an index finger towards other, rest of the fingers pointed to them.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Tattoo

An entry on the Diary from 3rd August, 2015

When I swap the screen of cell with my index finger to the right, it reads boldly 5:48am, too early for me to wake up; I am and never was a morning person. I have been literally awake an hour ago; figuring, scrutinizing, inspecting and dissecting every possible nook and corner of my life. I tell you; dawn thoughts can be dangerous. Like I want to break free, suddenly there was this intense urge to get an immediate tattoo on the left wrist. A tattoo! Literally, a permanent image, pattern or word on the skin which is created by using needles to put colors under the skin. An idea of the tattoo never appealed me then or now but I want it so badly now.

A tattoo of a crescent moon with a legible yet mysterious inscription on it, sounds cool nah? A crescent moon shall represent the new phase of another beginning and change of a life like transition I am going through now. A beautiful yet mysterious transition I am anticipating now. Beautiful because each moment of the life is beautiful and has its own significance. And mysterious because life don’t come announcing, what and when it might reveal its faces, we can never fathom. Life will never be the same, it wasn’t supposed to. A legible inscription of ‘alys be happy’ will be written on the crescent moon. ‘Always’ is cut short into ‘alys’ because I am afraid it might not fit in crescent moon.

I don’t know I will get a tattoo or not but before this madness of wanting to get a tattoo vanish in the air, I wanted to enter into the journal of my life. That’s why; I grabbed the pen and a diary and immediately start writing. That’s the way how I always tattoo the moments of my life, each day.