What Life Is

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Sometimes I just can't help falling into the abyss of sadness, at other times I'm on cloud nine but most of the times 

I'm just in between.

© 2017  Balqis

 

Still Waiting

Rain tapping the roof,
Minutes ticking in the clock,
I am still waiting.


Balqis
Nov21'12

** It's monsoon season here where we get plenty of rain everyday.  This morning it rains again and I'm listening to the sounds of rain tapping on the roof. That evoked the idea for this simple Haiku. It's like waiting for the rain to stop while the minutes keep ticking on.  That's how I feel but anyone can comment this Haiku in any way based on how it is perceived.

I chose this beautiful image here. Credits to the owner.

Fibonacci - Dreams

my 

dreams

seem  real

my  mind  sees

everything so vividly before me

as I touch each , embraced in its beauty

my heart flutters and sends a gush of  excitement to my whole being

a wish to stay in these dreams forever for they are mesmerising and fulfilling my soul with the beauty of paradise

but alas, some dreams  remain as dreams floating freely among dots of clouds 

without any special haven to land on to

and falling apart from reality

disperse very faintly

into nowhere

leaving

me




P.S. I just couldn't help attempting another Fibonacci because I'm now so deeply in love with it! There is no cure to this sickness. 
As  ~*Princesa Fiona*~  said we got The Fibonacci Fever!

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Life....

The saying : Life isn't a bed of roses.

My opinion : It is true indeed. There are many ups and downs as we sail through the journey of life. Even if it's a bed of roses, still there are thorns in it. We can't even sit, stand, walk or sleep peacefully on such a "bed".  We have to be cautious of what's around us  so that we won't get hurt. Literally speaking, by the sharp thorns, it might be minor injury but a pain will always be a pain.

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Haiku - Thinking

I've been thinking hard,
To extract the utmost best,
But access denied.








A Monday thought,
Balqis
July 11th '11




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Would you....

In times, I struggle and need help,
Would you let my heart feels
the warmth of your hands,
That offer assistance and generate
a satisfaction for my well-being?

Would you listen to the ticks of the clock
That as time goes by, I'm fine and my soul
isn't deprived of the needs to stay alive,
Would you spare a minute to let good words
flood my mind, nurturing it and chasing bad ones out?

Would you care to see that I'm not drown
in the bitterness which is toxic and will
kill me slowly, a silent killer that I'm unwary of,
Won't it be painful for you to see me grasping
for dear life when the time comes for me to leave?

Why can't you see, understand and feel
What I am feeling and if the bitterness
is sweetness for you, how unfair is
the antonym that ruins one and spares another.


Letting the pen speaks,
Balqis
June 16th '11


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