Who will you make peace with?
Is it wrong to search my soul?
So I know what indeed is my role
When I wonder deep down its meaning
And forgiveness I am begging
When I pushed the cobwebs of lies
And each one has his lows and highs
Is it wrong to find atonement?
When there was a creepy silent?
For all who I’ve offended
Out with the truth blurted
For all who are suffering
And the tension it brings
For all who are in pain
Like being in chains
What’s clear is I want peace
All misgivings to decrease
Enough is enough, she can’t take it anymore. She recalled the sting of his betrayal. The long list was so hurtful and banal. The only sensation was the bite of the wind, with him having such a thick-skinned. Cold and laced with salt, there was no excuse, she bet his muses all lined up in queues. She doesn’t think their relationship will survive. God knows why she even agreed to begin it. There was no excuse, she must be out of her wits. Now, he’s gone. Gone from her world. A new beginning…a blank page but what to write?
Five days into the new year and her New Year’s Resolutions already seemed doomed. No alcohol, no smoking, eat healthily, be fit – these are some of her Resolutions. But it was Ginny’s birthday yesterday, so they had to celebrate! And what better way to bring cheers to the celebrant with a bottle of Champagne. And of course, she cannot say no because she’s Ginny’s best mate. Oh well, there’s always the next day, or the day after the next and the promise, one more time and that was it, really …this time next year… she’ll be really good with her New Year’s Resolution.
The crumpled paper and tinsel meant that all presents were given and opened, greetings and thanks were said, the waiting and the excitement really happened. They also meant that another Christmas has come and gone, that we all celebrated it in different ways, usually with our loved ones. Having said that, we should also think of others who celebrated it by themselves, or who cannot celebrate it for some reason or another. That we should be thankful for all our blessing, the good and the bad things that happened to us, and hopefully learning our lessons in life. Cheers everyone!
As the flames leapt skyward
Farewell our Jessamine, farewell
We closed our eyes and sighed
Gone but not disremembered
Your memories lingered on
The happiness you gave us
In that brief time you were here
We’d treasure every moment
Perhaps you left some legacy
Legacy of faith, love and fun
Life is short and must use it well
Rest in peace, our darling Jessamine
Arran has just been to India for his holiday and he wanted to cook chicken vindaloo for me. I bought a bottle of pinot noir for the meal.
The rich aroma of the spices permeated the room. The table was set with a hand-printed table cloth, candles, and soft Indian music in the background.
He said he used the old recipe and has added more chilli powder and other spices. He also introduced diced potatoes to a hot standard curry with added lemon juice for tartness and black pepper for extra pungency. I tasted it …but it made my tongue tingle…
In the far-flung part of the world
We had to cross the seas and lands
We had to endure the storms coming
You were there, so far away, unreachable
Hard to communicate, different opinions
Displeased one another even not purposefully
Caused pain in the heart and soul, crushed
Over the mountains, through seven seas
Endured the pain, winter, spring, autumn
Summer came, was there a flicker of hope?
Did we overcome the hurdles, the storm?
We should know when we ran out of excuses
When the flames died down and a white flag was up
We had to accept… at last we were free…
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