Category: Classic
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A floating ball
A floating ball, roamingCombing spaceA lone habitable bubble, moaningDrifting in a hazeA particleIn a vast expansion of heat and iceTeaming up in hasteTurningSearchingWith a giant searchlightReaching far into spaceBeckoning us to look beyondOur little livesAnd reach for worlds unheard ofPromises of pleasures undiscovered https://wp.me/p4GQQl-BNp
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Maturity and silence
In its youth, a river is violentIt rushes, forwardSometimes destroying many good things In its pathWith time, it maturesExpands, and moves slowly, quietlyThoughtfully, towards a precise destinationAn unlimited sea https://wp.me/paf3ao-kRE
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Good things take time
I used to force many thingsTo fit where they did not belongBroke many precious items in the processPride, dignity, self-respectTo fill an empty stomachTo fill an empty holeThe things hunger can push one to doThe things loneliness can force one to accommodateNow, I give up tryingI allow many things to take their natural courseMaturity cannot…
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One windy night
It was a cloudy and windy night. The winds were swinging our wooden chapel windows like recalcitrant children determined to drive their parents mad with their foolishness. Even the presiding Bishop was in a hurry for the church service to close, he that never hesitated to tell people to not be in a hurry to…
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Ask me where I want to go
Ask me where I want to goI’ll finish telling you before you’re done askingAsk what I’m doing to get thereAnd I’ll sigh, my head bowedAnd my unspoken response?DistractionsSome I createBut the majority come by themselvesFrom God knows whereSome are good after a hard day’s workBut on days my engine is coldAnd refusing to startWhile miles…
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Gossip from the village
Cousin Ama was on a visit. She’s from our village many miles away. It’s been three years since we left. And a lot has happened within those three years that memories of our past lives in the village were slowly eroding. Cousin’s visit revived many of those fading memories. As I overheard the conversation between…
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The Outcast (Page 40)
The most difficult part of life after writing an important exam is waiting for the results. Now that I had checked my results and they were exceptionally good, I could take in a deep breath, smile and eavesdrop on conversations on other people’s performances. Some students’ results were good, others were bad and a good…
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This too shall pass
Was like some sort of rebirth. Finding oneself in a new land, a strange land. Many of the strongly guarded values back home do not hold here. It’s like some new set of rules for living, tailored to the needs of the people, existed here. A stranger, Louis strolls through the streets of his new…
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Bigger picture
I realized life is lived in fragmentsYou start something you like doingYou have no idea where it will leadBut you stick to it, day in day outGiving up along the linesWill deprive you the privilege Of seeing the bigger beautiful pictureOf how the little details came together Likewise you make new friendsFriends you may not…
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Memories of home
It became the norm, sad as the situation was. It amazed her that one part of the world could live in such quiet, peace and harmony whereas another part of the world was in chaos, where hope was torn into pieces by bullets sweeping past the ears of fleeing children and mothers and fathers and…
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