Suddenly yellow window blinds transform into book covers that demand to be opened. Laundry lying lost on a garage roof, desperately wanting to be worn, becomes the beginning of a mystery that begs to be solved. Shadows roaming across corridors start to develop a life of their own, independently of their owners.
Imagining stories is an imaginable easy thing to do. It is an activity natural to us. No matter how advanced the imaginative qualities reach. From young to old, we pick up pieces of reality and continue them in our heads. It would be a lie to say one has never imagined what might happen behind closed doors and shut windows. (more…)
Standing strong with both feet on the ground, no matter how solid this ground might be, does not mean that you will know where you actually stand. Stance is an issue that is perhaps more important than one might think at first.
People – like you and me – often ask metaphorically “where do we stand?” It is a question that begs an immediate answer. It demands a summarising and solution-bearing conclusion of where one stands. (more…)
Light-headed and drowsy, feeling almost nauseous – it is a good indication. Words, which ordinarily are prescribed to those things unordinary, are connected to instances in our lives that will last. Meaning – we will not forget. Often they were times hardship and suffering. But perhaps that’s the reason they stay with us.
Those feelings that are out of the ordinary are linked to moments of intensity. It is in those moments that you realise that you are still alive. These unordinary feelings make you understandably clear that you are perhaps still able to feel. (more…)
Seemingly, the beginning is free of all trouble and prerequisites. But only seemingly so. A blank start is never what it promises to be. If it were so, then it would be void of all that was before. A start without any history, a start that only a newly born child might experience. A new beginning and a fresh start are not blank, but are full of shades. It lies in the grey zones, in the shade of what came before. A shadow is hanging over the new beginning.
The shades of white, black and grey are lingering on, while a new beginning is about to embark. Appearing like demons – demons that never sleep – (more…)
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Poem I – Morning stroll
The breezy air rustles my hair Cooling my senses, freshness everywhere Dewdrops glittering – diamonds on emerald Flowers scent my path with their smell. Ah, such bliss, what more do i need? Yet the sky turns radiant as the sun takes its seat Mounted on light streaks of pink, with splash of white clouds – floating and darting about, so light The dark grey is suddenly shattered to blue As the sky takes on its morning hue And again my mind wonders at such beauty My inmost self lost, plunged into ecstasy That nature brings. (more…)