Look…

August 14, 2009 § 3 Comments

Look, look at him as he walks by. Can’t you see? His brown torn rags make him stand out from the others. There is a look in his eye that speaks volumes. A look that makes one forget their troubles. His old over-worked hands connect with that of a child. A young beautiful child. But oh! Look at his eyes, such sorrow. Such sadness. A young beauty in a harsh World.

They walk from city… walking, walking. Miles. Until they reach their little patched hut. A hut made of straw, of soil. A momentary smile lights up the childs face as he rushes in to greet his mother. But the man? His eyes do not change. The pain and the troubles exist. No smile softens his old creased face as he stands outside his little patched hut thinking…

… how will he feed his family tomorrow?


On a Cold Winters Night

November 19, 2008 § 4 Comments

She sits in solitude on a Cold Winters Night. Beauty; that is what a Cold Winters night is. Magical, mysterious, ethereal. And solitude? There is beauty in that also, a sense of well being, a moment of contemplation. A moment of your own. She sits there, embracing the night. It is hers. In her heart there is a sense of well-being. She is content. An inner peace surrounds her, encompassing her, lifting her. She smiles, she knows why that inner peace is there. But she fears loosing it and she knows it can be lost, just like that. She must keep on making the sacrifices to keep the inner peace in her heart. If it leaves her, all would be lost.

She sits there in the Cold Winters Night, contemplating. Longing, wanting, hopeful.

She longs for it to never end, this Cold Winters Night.

The Sea

November 13, 2008 § 11 Comments

She looks ethereal as she walks towards the sea in the dark misty night. The sea is her source of peace and  strength. Her solace. The sand caresses her bare aching feet. She is tired but in the end it is worth it, it always is. She is alone and yet… not. The elements surround her, welcoming her, recognising her. The wind rustles her dress, plays with her hair, sending it tumbling down her back, loosening it from its carefully put-in pins, but she does she really care? She embraces nature with a soft smile.

Lifting the hem of her white dress slightly, she steps into the first hint of water. A pleasant sigh escapes her lips. She closes her dark eyes shut, her smile widening. This is what she loves. Standing here, away from the hustle and bustle of life. The water keeps on coming and going, playing with her feet. She has long forgotten to hold her dress up, not caring if it dirties or becomes wet. By now, the wind has played havoc with her hair, sending it flying everywhere. She stands there, listening to the sea singing it’s own special melody.

But she must go back. She cannot stay here forever. She must face the harsh realities of life. She turns around and with a last longing look at the sea, she grudgingly makes her way back.

Until next time.

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