watching the clock in a rainiy day

Watching the clock ticks in a rainy day.
One second follows another,
Raindrops drop after another,
Every tiny movement of the second hand’s
A violent strike.

Watching the raindrops in a free autumn’s day.
One drop after another,
An hour after another,
Every drip of the raindrops’ like
Tears marching down my cheek.

Hearing the rumble of the thunder,
A strike follows another,
Each time fiercer than the other.
Raindrops drip violently,
Hitting the roof of the cottage,
I can’t hear my heart.

Feeling the strong wind of a storm,
Ticking sounds of the clock and water droppings
That barely hears,
I lose my senses.

[…]

"Shh…"
Here’s Sanity talking to me again,
Vision of a blind,
Aural of a deaf.
Alas,
Anything but HE!
HE who make one,
To grief,
To please,
To FEEL,
Anything but HE,
With a sudden sound flash through my mind,
“You can never hide from me.”


23.10.2008

Bubble

A gloomy afternoon, I was pottering in a park. The park was abandoned quite a time and it was barren. I saw a little girl was blowing a bubble from a bottle. She tried arduously and eventually a big bubble was floating in the air (insouciantly). The bubble was filling with different color due to the refraction of the sunlight, even though there was only a bitty of it. It was beautiful. For that very moment, I saw my own image on the bubble, what surprised me was a smile appear on my gloomy face. I saw happiness and blessings in the bubble.

I was indulging myself in it until suddenly, the bubble burst out. I was left agape. “Where has all the happiness and wonderful color went?” I asked the little girl agitatedly. The little girl was shocked by my sudden doing. “Par… Pardon me…sir? I don’t see… see any happiness … or anything… It was… only a bubble…” she cried. Then she ran away. Leaving the bottle on the floor, the soap water in it was all spilt out. No more bubble for me! I grabbed the bottle up and tried to blow it myself but nothing came out. Alas! Who can blow another bubble with such wonderful color and filled with happiness in it for me? After a moment of meditating, I threw the bottle away and kept wondering in the barren park.