Snow, Snow, Snow

  

    Snow, snow, snow…not much of a fan. However this year it is a bit different. I like snow now- to an extent!

     Last time it snowed, like this time of year. I went to university while it was snowing to meet with a special one- not to actually attend class. It was amazing; we played a bit with snow and ran back to the car. Sat in the car and listened to music; I still remember one of the songs.  

   

     But this year it is a bit annoying, no special whatever. I am at my sisters, been here for two days. I think I am going to go ballistic! Nah, it is alright I guess…

Happy Birthday Amino…

     Today the 21^st of December is Amino’s Birthday (a.k.a 5aroof). Happy Birthday to you…cha cha cha…. happy birthday to you…cha cha cha!! May the coming year be filled with joy and accomplishments. May it be filled with endless work hours and bankruptcy! Happy 20^th b-day; yes you are still young! Hope you had a great time … Je t’aime mon cherie.

Forbidden Fruit

 

Angels flying at the crack of dawn,

Determining the fate of mankind.

What is mine?

Am I to live wrapped around your arms, until earthly life is terminated?

Or am I to suffer?

Branded a sinner…

If love is a sin…a sinner I am.

A forsaken fate I shall receive.

Love has no restriction, no limitations.

Love is free. It freed my soul.

You are my forbidden fruit, delicious fruit filling my desire.

Not loving you is out of the question.

You have given me hope..

A new destiny,

If love is a sin…. then a sinner I shall be.

The Green Room

She was sitting in a room with one window facing the bed.

The moon looked bright, the silver light penetrating her broken soul.

Outside the green coloured room, trees swaying in the light breeze making them seem alive.

She always thought green is the colour of life.

But life left her a long time ago.

It’s a lonely summer night;

The stillness of the night is her only companion.

She wears a worried expression on her face, as she watches the cigarette burn slowly,

Thinking, “Am I ever going to leave this place?” a prisoner of her home.

Hope is always lingering like a shadow; does it ever answer one’s call?

She watches the night turning to day…

The crack of dawn is approaching, skies streaked with autumn colours, a masterpiece.

The sound of singing waking birds amuses her, the sound of freedom.

She hurries back too bed at the sound of her waking sister.