Sunday, July 10, 2016

Sometimes ...



Sometimes ...  
I want to ...  
Sit in a corner ...  
and cry ...
Cry so much that ...
Everything written wash away in those tears.
But then ...  
I remember ...  
It’s not who I am.
Plus I have plenty of ink left...
and a lot more to write on.

(Shamsa Anwar)

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Coexist


Coexist ~ visitors on my deck.

I saw these two (rascals) finishing all the bird feed the other day.
I was about to shoo them away but then a thought occurred.
I can buy some extra feed and let them enjoy the seeds.
So I moved the feeder and gave them some on the other side.
They turned my deck into a party site.

We may be all different, in colors, race or creed ...
We, each bring something unique to the table.
Without losing our place or identity, we can coexist.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Happy Father's Day



I wish my tears have the wings ...

On which they reach the heavens above ...
And tell you what my words fail to convey ...
How much I miss you each and every day.

HAPPY FATHER"S DAY!

Friday, June 17, 2016

Roses vs Humans



Roses, I look at them and think of humans.
Doesn't matter what color they are, or where they grow...
They need Sun, water and soil.
We humans also, regardless of our gender, age or background ...
need the light of caring, flow of compassion and stability of love ...to bloom. https://plus.google.com/u/0/109693724428773152681/posts/1XaZ2pz7psR?pid=6297405899241810738&oid=109693724428773152681