Sometimes, it’s silent and empty. As far as you can see, that is.
Waves and Sand. Fish and Rock. People and I. Slippery corners. My lifelines. Survive and Excel. Love.
16 hasn’t ended, it is going out with a touch of whimper and indegenious wrinkles of desperate glory. I am not saying 17 is better, am saying 17 is the year of reckoning.
Merry Xmas and a dazzling 2017 for all of us. Cheers!
There was a time when I loved being alone, with lots of friends, acquaintances and knowhows around. Today, I need my lifelines to survive. Gosh! Life turns around and suddenly, I am a despicable man.
Inseparable love, indomitable pose, blessing in abundance, the queen of all triumphs.
Year on year, she is the sanity check of our lives, and the hope that evil will die, sometime, someday. Perhaps, forever.
The epitome of goodness, she is a sign of redemption for the self destructive urban bane.
She came, she conquered, she left with a poise and promise. We are left behind, with an equally daunting promise to deliver and keep the fervor alive.
Yes, no propaganda, no hustles, no despairing efforts to tell people it’s a day we await every year, no inane posts on FB as if it was the last day on this restrained earth and am the only one celebrating a special day of its kind. Yes, we all love moments in life, and we cherish to treasure them in gift boxes. Gifts of immortal jars that get vanquished by blessings of the eternal.
By the way, happy birthday to my sweetheart and soul of my glorious life.