THOUGHT #1 She has changed. She is fragile yet firm. A mother now, she is. THOUGHT #2 When can I go home? When can I? When? THOUGHT #3 My right brain is activated. Words played. Songs invented. I am affected and infected with ART. THOUGHT #4 Who am I to judge others? … Continue reading »
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A poem in a boring class?
Sigh. Sigh. It’s tiring sitting here. Listening to nonsense. I just can’t connect to what lies before my eyes. Sigh. Sigh. It’s boring. I hear whispers. I hear grumbles. I hear my own thoughts. I’m not listening anymore. P/S: I wrote this quite a while ago. Can’t remember when. And I’m … Continue reading »
Stuck in Between
One says this The other says that Their words are pecking my ears Their stares are burning my eyes. From both sides, pressures entering as if being compressed by two concrete grey walls. It is understandable That it is their duties To protect what they claim to be theirs. But the state of … Continue reading »
Possibility of the Impossible
Impossible is impossible. It can never be possible when it is impossible to make it possible. Nonetheless, To dream for the impossible is possible. Though it will never be possible. It is fruitless and useless,yes; But brings mirth and amusement. To hope for the impossible is possible. Though it is agonizing and distressing; … Continue reading »
For a breathing space
The poem below is related to my daily activities during the previous semester break: Wake up, keyboard practice, take a nap, wake up again, breakfast, keyboard practice, lunch, keyboard practice/read novels/write poems, dinner, keyboard practice, sleep again. “What a dull life to live,” said some people but I enjoyed it. If you notice, I wrote “keyboard practice” … Continue reading »
It was a long wait.
It was a long wait. I was patient, patient enough to tolerate the total eagerness for earning something that is by and large to be disposed of by many a lucky person. Peradventure, the long patience determines the value of that worthy a thing. This poem was written during the holiday. That worthy … Continue reading »
Purple
Purple. What does it signify? Each time I listen to the cry of the soul, I see it purple. Yes, purple is the colour. I wonder why it isn’t grey. I guess purple is more befitting. The purple cry makes my heart feels strange; It is neither happy nor sad. It is a combination … Continue reading »
Daylight.
White on white So pure, so bright You light up. By, Nadia MDG
Veiled.
Truth is masked. Flaws are concealed. Uncertainty befogs the mind. Clues are misleading. So blurry! So bleary! By, Nadia MDG
While listening to Beethoven’s Concerto no. 5 Emperor Part 4
This is a performance on Beethoven’s Concerto no. 5 “Emperor” Part 4 performed by my idol, Valentina Lisitsa. Below is the poem that I wrote during the holiday while listening to the concerto. The mind sees Blue skies and Cottony clouds. Such an unparalleled beauty. The mind feels The wonderful morning breeze. … Continue reading »
