Magic briefcase adventure: Does he celebrate birthday? Does it matter to her? Or anyone?

Does he celebrate earth birthday? The question suddenly appeared as he glanced at his social network message board. He has never really thought of such matter about himself. In fact he hardly think of himself. In a day's time it will be another chronological birthday for him on earth. After seven decades, he can hardly … Continue reading Magic briefcase adventure: Does he celebrate birthday? Does it matter to her? Or anyone?

simply six minutes—magic briefcase adventure: first day in Snowland

Looking back he can still see her face. It is not a face that can conceal or even bother to conceal the heart. She is of indeterminable chronological age. She is not young. No, there is no wrinkle and she has done a lot on up-keeping her looks and her fitness too, tall, slim, and … Continue reading simply six minutes—magic briefcase adventure: first day in Snowland

simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: Does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?

Love and hate are two sides of the same coin. How little does he know this will be the lesson he has to learn on his last mission. Guarding of the Four Wind on earth is only 50% of his mission. The other 50% is to study the most influential power source on earth and … Continue reading simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: Does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?

simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: colors, details, irony

When he first arrives on this magic mountain he doesn't think about love. His goal is to guard the four winds at this height of 8000 ft. He is one of the four guardians assigned to earth from another realm, which earthlings call planet. How little do the earthlings know the difference between a physical … Continue reading simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: colors, details, irony

simply six minutes —the magic briefcase adventure: silent painting

“Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight.”― Orhan Pamuk, My name is Red. To the man from a distant planet, a higher realm than earth, snow falling is like painting. A gigantic hand is brushing over the land and everything else in the Snowland with white paint. Not surprising. Because the invisible hand … Continue reading simply six minutes —the magic briefcase adventure: silent painting

a haiku and a prose for 2021-02-14

A Haiku Because love hangs on patiently adorns each hope undaunted beyond A Prose He has no idea how she has felt after all these decades, 29 years in all. He once thought they would have a long long time together and be happy ever after. In real life their time does not work that … Continue reading a haiku and a prose for 2021-02-14

Simply Six Minutes: Magic Briefcase Adventure six (about silent love and pain)

20191024 Blessed “How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart?” (Orhan Pamuk) He gave her a poem on her birthday, Rudyard Kipling’s “the power of a dog”. And she burst into tears while reading it and seeing a portrait of her dog that passed on prior to their strange … Continue reading Simply Six Minutes: Magic Briefcase Adventure six (about silent love and pain)

another letter I shall not mail: a picture and a poem

Without the weekly-Photo-challenge some of us are feeling a bit lost regarding where to hang out and what to take a photo of. Admittedly many of us have lots of photos in our stock so we are not exactly all dry up and out of ideas. I have discovered that the world is not all … Continue reading another letter I shall not mail: a picture and a poem

favorites: Don’t look back, she says, I am not there (love story)

The goodbye is too harsh and I can't resist another post of more of my All-Time Favorites of some of the pictures I am sentimental about (which original stories/poems you may find in this blog by clicking on the caption below each picture). An interesting list of the above original captions (from my earlier weekly-photo-challenge … Continue reading favorites: Don’t look back, she says, I am not there (love story)

beloved, this day you shall not fly alone (updated)

this day I shall not fly alone with new hope and not forlorn living dreaming planning parting leaving behind my depressed mind stepping ahead as my spirit heard you said do not fear for I have wiped away your every tear go forth as I have come forth behold here is My heart as always … Continue reading beloved, this day you shall not fly alone (updated)

Love textures: O my Luve’s like a red, red rose

Textures of red.  This picture was taken this morning when I saw a glimpse of red in a little park. Whilst this is not a red rose, I would share a touching sentimental poem about red love. O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my Luve's like the … Continue reading Love textures: O my Luve’s like a red, red rose

sometimes we cross a bridge and do not look back

I always find Bridges fascinating. Each one encompasses three main phases of life: beginning, ending and in-between. Some bridges we cross for a temporary purpose and we cross back after we have fulfilled that purpose. Some bridges we cross but never intend to return. Some we cross at predictable regular intervals like the crossing is … Continue reading sometimes we cross a bridge and do not look back

A love called graceful and not let go (two poems)

(I translated, re-written and re-named this love song. I call it Gracefully love) Even if I should come once to this planet in one dash one kairos moment in one billion years joining you so brief for all its sweet tears and all its grief Well, let all that must happen happen in a flash … Continue reading A love called graceful and not let go (two poems)

If I forget your name? Never

I too feel fascinated by some names, especially the names of shops or brands. Here are some Names which I found a year ago in my last visit to a shopping mall in CA. Shops are named: Pink in Life, The Picture People, Walking Company. I particularly like the idea of a shop named "Things … Continue reading If I forget your name? Never

a resilient love letter after 8000 days and nights and is still counting

My Resilient love for you. I find it hard not to say I love you, and harder not to love you even in silence, with my heart saying I love you over 8000 days and nights. A thousand days seems a long time for some love. But my love for you, not even eight thousands … Continue reading a resilient love letter after 8000 days and nights and is still counting

Don’t look back, she says, I am not there

a Nostalgia look. He likes to look at some old things, things of another era. Of course neither she nor he belongs to those ages. They are far too young to have any idea of what life was like in those times. But he has heard stories from parents and grandparents of the time they … Continue reading Don’t look back, she says, I am not there

a beautiful wordless reflection of a long gone memory

Mirror a wordless reflection one morning in winter. Wordless beauty. Looking at this today brings back long gone memory of a time when he first had a glimpse of her in the mirror. She was getting ready to go to work. He watched her at the door. He could only see her back. But then he … Continue reading a beautiful wordless reflection of a long gone memory

It takes a very long time to become young.

“It takes a very long time to become young.” I agree with this wise statement from Pablo Picasso. It sometimes takes a whole life time to become young. As I searched the internet for the word, "YOUTH", I came across this movie called, Youth (Italian: La giovinezza), a 2015 Italian comedy-drama film written and directed … Continue reading It takes a very long time to become young.

Perhaps this is the most beautiful car I ever photographed

Luxury Perhaps this is the most beautiful car I photographed when visiting the car museum, a 1936 Mercedes-Benz 500K Special Roadster. Price when new: $10,780. Price today? Your guess. Luxury can refer to possession of things like this fabulous car. I quote a passage written about the status marker of Gatsby (in the book The … Continue reading Perhaps this is the most beautiful car I ever photographed

bedazzled by love: a haiku (and a prose)

dazzling ascend esoteric love transcends snow melded with sand ~~~~~~~~She gave him three years to complete a plan. "You need a plan." The plan demanded him to pay a price. The price of time and efforts. He enrolled in a post-graduate study to learn how to make living shelter that can shield human (and other … Continue reading bedazzled by love: a haiku (and a prose)

he will not stop here: a haiku (and a prose)

I have come this way resting feet and tired heart spirit does not sway ~~~~~~~~~~He cannot stop now. The last time he has been here to rest awhile. The clouds have turned their color. A sudden change to a yellow-orange hue which looks rather strange and he does not know why. He can feel the hurried … Continue reading he will not stop here: a haiku (and a prose)

forgetting is so long: a haiku (and a prose)

millions memories locked in time and space stories this shore and that shore ~~~~(Concerning your recent thoughts of our past.) I HAVE BEEN THINKING LATELY TOO. Our past. Because there are too many memories. After all we have accumulated 23 years (8395 days, 201480 hours, 12,088,800 minutes, 725,328,000,000 seconds) of being together. I think of the … Continue reading forgetting is so long: a haiku (and a prose)

the last thing on my mind: a haiku and an old song

Dawn travel alone speeding without aim forlorn Song full of thorns ~~~~~~~~~~a song sung softly and innocently sometimes brings back wistful thoughts of old dreams and what might have been. Here is one which belongs to our parents or older siblings' yesteryears. "The Last Thing On My Mind" It's a lesson too late for the … Continue reading the last thing on my mind: a haiku and an old song

a birthday greeting: Love Definition

Indispensable Love Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have … Continue reading a birthday greeting: Love Definition

cross another ocean of loss: a haiku (and prose)

  one day he arrives another ocean's sunset might as well cross it ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~today he knows the extent of his grief. He now knows the length and width and depth of his sense of loss. The ocean of loss. He is just testing a new mop to see if it functions as claimed like a … Continue reading cross another ocean of loss: a haiku (and prose)

how to write love haiku: two haiku (and a prose)

First haiku ~~~~~~how i write you love many nights and countless tears thousands sleepless dreams ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Writing about love is tough because love is tough. Writing a haiku as a love letter is tougher. How to speak love in three lines, each in a limited number of sound syllabus, totaling seventeen syllabus in all? If you … Continue reading how to write love haiku: two haiku (and a prose)

love letter not sent: a haiku (and a prose)

Spare Writing sad missive While my guitar gently weeps* because I write love ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~After watching the torrential downpour of a tropical rain, he decides to write this sad love letter. But he knows he cannot show her. Because it's still about his love for her. He has promised her not to love her. It has to be … Continue reading love letter not sent: a haiku (and a prose)

on a hill faraway: a haiku (and a prose)

Across thousand hills they cannot see each other love beyond their heels ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~When he watches these mountains, he knows only the birds can fly there. He does not have wings. Yet he knows on a hill faraway his love waits. So one day he packs his humble belonging and starts the first step of his journey … Continue reading on a hill faraway: a haiku (and a prose)

through glass I view love: a haiku and a prose

her heart laced a glimpse of mirror both sides reflect vaguely I detect ~~~~~~~~~~~~I take this from a window on a fast train preparing to climb a mountain in winter. It is not clear. Perhaps my hand shakes a bit as I try to avoid knocking down the coffee and cake of another traveler over whom … Continue reading through glass I view love: a haiku and a prose

If I sell you love: a haiku (and a prose)

Will you buy from me if I sell you my heart ache bleeding all in blue ~~~~~~~~~~~~~He tries the last resort. He decides to start a healing school -treating cases of heart aches. There is no lack of supplies and demands. He has a theatre full. But he specializes on only one kind of heart ache, a rare kind, … Continue reading If I sell you love: a haiku (and a prose)

a shore beyond love: a haiku (and a prose)

Distance stretches love shore to shore I call your name my heart filled with pain ~~~~~~~~~~~~“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.” (F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby) I shall always stand here and gaze across this span of vast … Continue reading a shore beyond love: a haiku (and a prose)

she sings unending love: a haiku (and a prose)

I cannot tell you depth of sea and height of sky my love has no end ~~~~~~~~~~One day he cannot breathe. He lies there on a couch panting for his life. She is there. She looks into his eyes and sings a love song. She is a medical doctor but she is off duty. And … Continue reading she sings unending love: a haiku (and a prose)

his best not strong enough for love: a haiku (and a prose)

Not strong enough love he tries his best honestly giving in dying ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~He tries very hard to love her. Like climbing uphill on an old freight train. Sitting in the last coach car he looks out. The front coaches have wheeled ahead and turned to another direction round the bend. He can see the front coaches moving … Continue reading his best not strong enough for love: a haiku (and a prose)

sometimes he doesn’t know love: a haiku (and a prose)

Now he doesn't know Sometimes he thinks he knows love in moments alone ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~He doesn't know her anymore. They have parted for too long and the distance is too far. He still remembers this often at dawn. How he has driven for hours in the early hours on a treacherous winding  country lane up the foggy … Continue reading sometimes he doesn’t know love: a haiku (and a prose)

a wall of love: a haiku (and a prose)

Seeing you from far glancing through a wall of trees distance I can't cross ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Loving someone without the reality of getting close to her anymore is like being left outside an impenetrable wall. He cannot climb up the wall. It is not proper to do so. He cannot pull it down. It is not allowed by law. He … Continue reading a wall of love: a haiku (and a prose)

winter travelers: a haiku (and a love song)

heart's depth becomes breadth as I look up and not down beyond tears and pain ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Looking through my winter pictures stored at random I come across this one. It says, "Cheer up!" Indeed when I look further there are more sunny colorful pictures than the gloomy grey ones. Are there many like me who travel at all … Continue reading winter travelers: a haiku (and a love song)

a browser of the heart in a chest called “Love”: a haiku (and a prose)

so deep is the night these two fingers click a heart locked in chest named "Love" ~~~~~~~Browsing through this blog, I found that this is the series that bares an aspect of my heart that I hardly talk about except in the deepest moment of a random night when I dare venture into a browser … Continue reading a browser of the heart in a chest called “Love”: a haiku (and a prose)

perfect love, he wrote again: a haiku story

He went to the rock in time to witness the waves spitting spurting foams ~~~~~~~He thinks he should write this letter to her to report his whereabouts. "My dearest love: You have heard that I come to the ocean to visit the rock. Yes, I have just returned safely to my well-heated room, warm, filled … Continue reading perfect love, he wrote again: a haiku story

He heard a sound so familiar: a haiku story

  he heard his name called from a distance but not far warm and tender thought ~~~~~~~~~~Naturally her. Gentle. Firm. Hope overflowing from every pore if sound has pores. He heard a sound so familiar that for a moment he thought he was at home seeping hot coffee reading new poems at his favorite armchair … Continue reading He heard a sound so familiar: a haiku story

a closer look at the heart in the rock: a haiku

(a closer look at the heart in the rock) his heart is too small she nonchalantly flew pass becoming a dot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be. “Before I had finished praying in my heart, I saw Rebekah coming out with her water jug on her shoulder. … Continue reading a closer look at the heart in the rock: a haiku

a branch at land’s end: a haiku

awed by majestic vast water and sky beyond he became a branch ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [ A Promise of Restoration ] But in that day, the branch of the Lord will be beautiful and glorious; the fruit of the land will be the pride and glory of all who survive in Israel. (Isaiah 4:2 )