Let these hours and lonely nights,
Of missing and not seeing your beautiful eyes,
Resurface again with golden lights,
To fill the once starless skies.
My hopes and emotions came crashing,
When the realisation that you are no more,
Suddenly engulfed me, but right now, I know you're there listening,
To my endless cries even if they were a bore.
I miss you,
But I know that you're in a better place,
Watching and sanctioning all that I do,
May God give me abundance of grace,
To fill the huge space that you've left.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Listen to the sound of the wind
Listen to the sound of the wind,
Soaring and howling like harps and timbrels,
Putting at rest the turbulent mind,
Like the sound of the spanish guitar on a broken heart.
The wind is the doctor,
The heart and soul of humans are the patients,
Oh! Beautiful and mighty wind of love,
When would you share your splendor with this hopeless soul,
Oh dear, answered the wind,
No soul is hopeless, no matter what,
I'll definitely wont mind sharing this with you,
If that is what would restore to you the hope that you crave so much.
Soaring and howling like harps and timbrels,
Putting at rest the turbulent mind,
Like the sound of the spanish guitar on a broken heart.
The wind is the doctor,
The heart and soul of humans are the patients,
Oh! Beautiful and mighty wind of love,
When would you share your splendor with this hopeless soul,
Oh dear, answered the wind,
No soul is hopeless, no matter what,
I'll definitely wont mind sharing this with you,
If that is what would restore to you the hope that you crave so much.
The Cat and the Mouse
' if people were to be judged by the words of their mouth
some politicians should be tied with cords and then hung'
The cat and mouse.
This is unbelievable, a man noted for a very sharp tongue and a very busy pen couldnt write or speak. He just sat down there motionlessly, staring at the people who were all screaming at him and urging him to talk as if, they were a blank space as if he could see right through them.
In a manner of speaking, his mind doesnt seem to be able to translate what was happening, it was as if he had been hipnotised. Yet the real person in him would not have allowed the pompous politician to have the last say.,but yet he couldnt do anything or worse say anything. It seemed as if his mode of communication has seized to function.
As the pompous and proud senator made for his exit, A voice which seemed unperturbed in whaever way, came from the same man that looked as cold as a stone some minutes earlier."you dont suppose we're done here? or did you, Senator?" asked the ever vibrant journalist."Y...ES I thought that was all for the day" answered the Senator in a tone that sent a message to all that were present that he was in an obvious shock to hear the voices of the pesty journalist. "On the contrary...Senator, not quite, I just took time to see the bird rejoice over a seed found in a cage" said the Journalist smiling and adjusting his seat.
"you'd better not be talking to me, Mr man, do you know who I am?" screamed the Senator trying to gain his confidence back, " definitely not the American President,or I wouldnt waste my time interviewing you" said the Journalist calmly,
" you'd better mind your tongue boy!!!" said the Politician threatening and cursing under his breath. " well sir! I didnt mean it that way, its just that as the case seem, politics is a game of diplomacy, i.e. a little bit of truth and a little bit of lie, and if I may sir, I might like to add that politics the way you play it is nothing but deception, pure and simple. " said the Journalist in a rather smooth manner. The crowd that were watching the interview were fueling up, they wanted to scream. The politician seemed wordless for the very first time in the conversation, it was as if he had been striken by lightening, he stood there utterly confused and clueless on what else to say to save his pride.
" Sir, I hope I wouldnt be too rude to offer to you my most humble and sincere opinion, men like you are just jokers, you know nothing about governance, all you want to do is enrich your pockets and careless about who or what you have to get rid of in order to get your goal, I cant believe that I have wasted my time and resources in coming to this place, you are so pitiful,it is only men like you that would end up giving us different agendas for the enrichments of your pockets and your family, you cook up all sorts of things in a bid to make sense only to realise that you had said nonsense" said the Journalist angrily
" BOY! you are crazy! stupid..... because I gave you the chance to interview me, now you are using it against me uh? you are so dead......" scremed the Senator in frustration
" Sir, you might want to hold your tongue, because you are in front of your amiable followers and the most philosophical of voters. I dont have time for this." The Journalist packed up his things and left the scene.
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some politicians should be tied with cords and then hung'
The cat and mouse.
This is unbelievable, a man noted for a very sharp tongue and a very busy pen couldnt write or speak. He just sat down there motionlessly, staring at the people who were all screaming at him and urging him to talk as if, they were a blank space as if he could see right through them.
In a manner of speaking, his mind doesnt seem to be able to translate what was happening, it was as if he had been hipnotised. Yet the real person in him would not have allowed the pompous politician to have the last say.,but yet he couldnt do anything or worse say anything. It seemed as if his mode of communication has seized to function.
As the pompous and proud senator made for his exit, A voice which seemed unperturbed in whaever way, came from the same man that looked as cold as a stone some minutes earlier."you dont suppose we're done here? or did you, Senator?" asked the ever vibrant journalist."Y...ES I thought that was all for the day" answered the Senator in a tone that sent a message to all that were present that he was in an obvious shock to hear the voices of the pesty journalist. "On the contrary...Senator, not quite, I just took time to see the bird rejoice over a seed found in a cage" said the Journalist smiling and adjusting his seat.
"you'd better not be talking to me, Mr man, do you know who I am?" screamed the Senator trying to gain his confidence back, " definitely not the American President,or I wouldnt waste my time interviewing you" said the Journalist calmly,
" you'd better mind your tongue boy!!!" said the Politician threatening and cursing under his breath. " well sir! I didnt mean it that way, its just that as the case seem, politics is a game of diplomacy, i.e. a little bit of truth and a little bit of lie, and if I may sir, I might like to add that politics the way you play it is nothing but deception, pure and simple. " said the Journalist in a rather smooth manner. The crowd that were watching the interview were fueling up, they wanted to scream. The politician seemed wordless for the very first time in the conversation, it was as if he had been striken by lightening, he stood there utterly confused and clueless on what else to say to save his pride.
" Sir, I hope I wouldnt be too rude to offer to you my most humble and sincere opinion, men like you are just jokers, you know nothing about governance, all you want to do is enrich your pockets and careless about who or what you have to get rid of in order to get your goal, I cant believe that I have wasted my time and resources in coming to this place, you are so pitiful,it is only men like you that would end up giving us different agendas for the enrichments of your pockets and your family, you cook up all sorts of things in a bid to make sense only to realise that you had said nonsense" said the Journalist angrily
" BOY! you are crazy! stupid..... because I gave you the chance to interview me, now you are using it against me uh? you are so dead......" scremed the Senator in frustration
" Sir, you might want to hold your tongue, because you are in front of your amiable followers and the most philosophical of voters. I dont have time for this." The Journalist packed up his things and left the scene.
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