I see the right words right in front of me
But unable to grab them with my tongue lately
Sign of old age or something more sinister
I am clueless, but prefer the former.
Rearing kids to face the future
The prime duty of a parent
This does not mean giving you sleepless nights
But to prepare you
As I had been in the past.
My speech may no longer be coherent
This does not mean the thoughts are in the same league
I can still run, toggle, fast forward and rewind memories
And enjoy every moment of it
Despite my apparently impassive looks.
I am not a prisoner stuck in an old body
I am still a happy bird free to roam the world
Taste the food that I once loved
Read a book and enjoy watching kids play
But these are now done in my mind only.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦. බොක්කෙන්ම ලියන්නේ. ඒ කියලා තොප්පිය දාගන්නත් එපා. ආයුබෝවන්.
Monday, September 21, 2015
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Unmasking ?
In everyone’s life, it is said that each one will get Three (03) Teachers, Three (03) Friends, Three (03) Enemies and Three (03) Lovers.
Unfortunately, they all are disguised and to know which is which with certainty , one has to learn from, trust, fight and love them equally, one time or the other.
At the end, you would be able to unmask all.
Unfortunately, they all are disguised and to know which is which with certainty , one has to learn from, trust, fight and love them equally, one time or the other.
At the end, you would be able to unmask all.
Location:
Muscat, Oman
Wednesday, September 09, 2015
What was It running away from then ?
Life crawls to dry land
Once, million years ago
Was it to seek refuge or better life?
What was it running away from then?
War of some sort or degradation
Answers we would never know.
Life crawling back in to sea again
Millions years later
This time around
We know what it is running away from
The meaningless wars
Humiliations and degradations.
Living is going through circles
And have we come to the point
Where it all started
Once, million years ago.
King Sasanka.
@ September 2015
Labels:
Circles,
Humiliation,
life,
Sea,
War
Location:
Muscat, Oman
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