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The Symbols of My Life

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Won't you tell me, my love?

June 05, 2018

Nine months in the dark room all by yourself, curled up into a ball with very little space to move, did you frown on me, my love? Did you think I did not love you enough? Swimming in your watery abode doing somersaults, swaying like a wave from one side to the other, did you not realize how much I longed to hear from you, my love, how reassuring your tiny kicks were? Listening to the muffled sounds from the other side of the universe, dancing around to the music of my heart beats, did you not recognize my voice from the rest, my love? Did you not hear me calling out to you? Now that we share our smiles and our laughter our coos and our cuddles, and our babbles and our chuckles, Won't you tell me son, the story of your life within me? "...Ammaaamm...Appah..Goo.. Goo..", says my li'l darling.

The Mind's Battle

June 09, 2018

Sitting down straight, with a pen held firmly in her hand, she begins her perilous journey into the dark corners of her mind, to reveal herself and to wring out those words that have been lingering in her thoughts for years and years. Before she can jot down that first letter onto a thin sheet of paper full of battle-marks, a huge drop of tear collides with her will and orders her to retreat if she wants to save herself. Being no weakling, she moves ahead, struggling past illusions, the dread of failure, and the reasoning of her ego, to complete in ink the first letter. The mind is the most cunning and brutal opponent, she had no doubts. In the journey to the next word, it turns her own will from ally to foe, and strangles her resolve to complete the journey. Injured and with little life left in her, she waits, not knowing which way to choose- Retreat? Or move ahead? Moving ahead meant facing the birth of one and the death of everything else

Pheonix

June 09, 2018

when hope was bidding goodbye, when longing threatened to devour me, to steal my soul, i read those words, a poet's... i felt them, heard them in a distant voice so painfully familiar... the voice I once breathed, my life... they struck my heart, piercing it, unleashing the blood of pain, completing the mystical sacrifice... just then, those words, his words, like sparks of fire, ignited me, burned me to ashes, resurrected me... in words We became One and I was born again. (The images DO NOT belong to me. They have been taken from Google images.)

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