He was but a boy of thirteen, with shiny eyes full of dreams.
The same beautiful eyes saw his father die.
They were still the same, as beautiful as ever,
but their owner changed, aged years in no time.
With or without the dreams eyes shinned the same.
You don’t age in numbers or year.
You do age in scars, tragedies, and experience.
She looked into the rear-view mirror to see her parents, leagues away from talking terms and smiled a faint smile.
It said, “Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.”.
I saw weakness.
A feeble hero,
his fragile dreams.
With every blow,
he fell, tasted dirt,
befriended death. Continue reading “In the Midst of a battle ~ Kelsier”
Why is important to have a death wish? Imagine you along with two other friends are surrounded by a group of bandits and their leader is a funny little man named Bujo, believe me when I say it you’ll gain nothing but a painful death by asking him,’How you got that name?’. He has taken away all your belonging, even stripped you of that Giorgio Armani Masterpiece. Continue reading “A death wish”
I found a cloth,
stained and old,
buried in my backyard,
yearning to be found,
stained in blood,
with cuts in the back,
suggesting a lethal wound,
suggesting a crime,
suggesting a dead man,
Wait !!! Continue reading “A bloodstained cloth”
Poor beggar, he was so thirsty and someone offered him water. Thinking that humanity is still alive he made a cup out of his hands.
It tasted like nectar. “The shot is perfect.”, They left him, thinking what had just happened, yearning for more water.
Now he knew and he smiled. After all, it was his first photograph.
“What is the time there?”, Mom asked.
“Ten thirty”, he said looking at his watch.
So desperately he wished their watches to tell the same time.
“See, how easy it is to say yes”, he said,” It’s just 3 letter long”
“No”, made him realize he was wrong.
“Never”, she added with extra effort.