THANK YOU DAD
For those beautiful frocks that I stocked
when you came home everyday you brought Continue reading
Often I think to myself, while escaping from where you are, you unconsciously get trapped in a place from where you would want to escape, later. From one bubble that pops, another takes shape. You shift from bubble to bubble, from street to street, not only rediscovering what’s discovered but discovering what’s undiscovered.
Life? It gives you a fair prospect to go through situations that may leave a ceaseless impact on your mind. Changing perspectives, deciding paths, manipulating decisions, dreaming realities, making you reach something or ‘someone’, making you ‘need’ what you ‘want’, it makes you float like an undecided kite. Continue reading
You are the medium
So am I
And her kindness is vast
Like a sea
If your eyes are serene
The world itself will
Living in colour bubble
Like an air balloon
Joyously touching the sky
All the pretty little dreams
Come to life
It’s been a wonderful year with lots of beautiful memories.
I’m super excited for what 2015 has to bring.
Hope this year be filled with even more blessings for each one of us.
In Korea people don’t stay up until midnight to ring in the New Year. Instead, they get up in the middle of the night and they hike a mountain. They climb through the dark, snowy pre-dawn hours and when they reach the top they stand with their faces to the sky to greet the first sunrise of the New Year.
What a contrast to how we often enter the New Year – stumbling out of bed at noon, tired and quite possibly hangover. For many, January 1st is a day of recovery. We spend New Year’s Eve celebrating the ending of something and the beginning of a new thing. We bombard the internet with reflections on the previous year. Even the less introspective among us take a moment to declare the past year, “the best” or “the hardest” or “the craziest” year of their lives. Continue reading
It seems to me that the perception of everyone is that the one holding the flame will be tilting it toward the others, therefore they perceive the life of that candle will be greatly shortened as the result of the tilting process. Continue reading
Here’s my sky
Full of stars
My galaxy of wishes
The whole universe
The sun was shining bright
It was a cold December morning
She wore her most beautiful red gown and walked into the meadows..
With hair golden curled long hair tied in a ponytail
It was as if she accompanied natures beauty with her bright mesmerising face
She was brighter than the sunshine just like the pearls in the ocean
I went to find her..
But she was nowhere
The woods seemed so dull without her but her fragrance was scented all over
She was a pinch of magic
She was surreal just like a daydream