He tried to overcome gravity, having attraction. For the impossible, he reached absolute perfection, in balance between the mind and the slopes of absurd vertical walls.
I asked if he was stone the impervious mind to conceive its stability. Many gave celebrated and vague answers, keeping silent about the human truth. It is therefore doubt for what we have seen today, could be the unbelieving projection of tomorrow.
That the vertical could be the horizontal, overturning divine rules, making of atavistic beliefs, only ancient ritual practices. Witches and Satan's, to tear of nails and teeth, to burn on the pyres.
Shines of beliefs and sufferings to save the idea that inanimate stones overcome gravity and that it was enough instead to see the crude inverted reality.
Not as gorgeous as you still I hope you'll like it ಥ_ಥ You told me no one has written for me but you don't know how much I feel happy to write you coz you know you my old pal. While seeing that challenge, I felt I have so many buddies to write... Hihi A short one for you @heartsease Okay no further description, you know me well.
So embarrassing that the most craziest person wrote the most coolest person here. I'm sorry Kini, facing huge writer's block and I couldn't write you well. I adore you so much, (you know that right ) but sorry for this lame piece. I hope you would smile a lil. I never thought I would get the chance to write you. Thank you for this wonderful challenge. I loved it. @writersbay#weekendc
One night you saw her, you remember that moment well, that second when everything changed: the sky was dark but full of stars, there was silence but the music was loud. The wind moved your hair, the heart was beating fast and when it approached the smell of her enveloped you. She hit you right away, not because she looked like the Princess of fairy tales that you read as a child, you fell in love because she was looking at you as if you were the most beautiful boy in the world, for once you felt important to someone.
You saw in her the person you always wanted to be: outgoing, funny, opening up to others was a game for her. Yet there was something, something she didn't show, she hid a veil of mystery behind her good girl cheeks, and that drove you crazy. One day, you don't even know when because these things don't happen suddenly, Something is changed. She has become cold, you didn't recognize her anymore, She looked like a different person, as if she had always kept a mask.
And you, overwhelmed by the fear of losing her, you worried too much, everything you said seemed to be wrong. You were hoping it was just a bad time, that you would have overcome it together, on the other hand it was not the first time that you faced a difficulty, but the days passed and the "I love you" whispered at night were less and less. One day you couldn't take it anymore, the feeling of emptiness inside you was too strong, you yelled at her all your insecurities and she told you what, inside you, you already knew but it was too hard to admit to yourself.
Poetry has soul of sea numbness of moon that bewitches depth of oceans. Cries silent sopranos of seagulls and love carried by albatross wandering above blues in greys.
And if a poet scribbles sea, his words flow as eternal wind of land and sea breeze.
Poetry speaks deserts dead with bountiful dreariness even under sultry skies. Syllables of myriads of sand grains making sonnets rhyme like dunes shape in winds
And when a poet scribbles desert his words flow as eternal wind like chaotic Sirocco.
Poetry traces skies— a divine canvas daubed in hues that writers render in words. Has secret undeciphered anecdotes for which the skies pour rains and a poet poetries. Infinite as poet's heart which covers all the souls of world.