Soil of death

The rain poured heavily from the sky

Houses beneath the mountains with cracked

due to mining of copper, bronze and gold of evil

Rain soften the soil and its collapsed

No. of people hurriedly rescued the victims

Heroes risked their owned lives to save at least

one to many.

Mostly of the victims were family…

Father and son, mother and daughter

and some were children, parents and lovers

Souls cried out for help, voices were everywhere …

Some were rescued and Some were dead by the

soil of death…




Written by Unknown

I will share to you the content of this letter.  It’s from my mother. I asked if who gave this to her but she forgot. Anyway…

I realize that even how many times you got hurt don’t make it to stop you by falling in love again. Let your soul be free and be loved but don’t forget to put a boundaries or limitations to yourself. 

Here’s the content:

” Love is one of the questions we have attempted to answer in more than one way. This only shows that it is quite impossible to grasp and comprehend the totality of its being. But we try, don’t we? We try and find out by loving and by being love. We try and find out by getting hurt . We try and find out by rising and learning. We try and find out.

When you enter a relationship, when you commit yourself, you must always bear in mind that you are also sharing part of yourself to a stranger who by mere chance or destined fate you happened to like and “LOVE”. In doing so, you take a risk a great risk. He is a different person. He is definitely not your reincarnation. This is why you shouldn’t expect him to be like you, to possess the same thought to own the same emotions. You love him in his totality as a person. Even in mutual (platonic) friendship, growth is brought about by your differences which in one way or the other cultivate the friendship. It is also important to remember that trust is a vital element of any  relationship – unconditional trust… no if’s, no but’s.

I believe in the sincerity of your feelings, I believe in your sincerity as a person. Like any of us, you are capable of loving and I would like to believe that you are worthy of being love in return. You are a promised of life. You are to have the best.

When you love, honestly love, then you must be willing to sacrifice. There are times when hurts go so deep, when the pain is almost unbearable, when you are about to give up. But loving is not giving up so easily. It is being there when all have gone, when there is very a little strength left, when it is too much to stand. Loving is trusting. Loving is letting be.

There is really no difference between the as-a-matter-of- way and the romantic way. You might just be in a different  plane of understanding which causes the difference in interpretation. If he says he is honest with you, then don’t kill yourself by saying he’s not. How do you know? His past experiences are not enough proof (they aren’t) to doubt him. If he can offer his as-a-matter-of-fact-way of loving to the best, then accept it. And if you can love him the romantic way in return, then do so. Please don’t measure the exchange. Just be honest with each other and have open channel of communication (constantly) where is a free sharing of ideas. No if’s, no but’s.

Nobody promised you a rose  garden. But you are a promise. Get the best out of life. Love and get  hurt. Get hurt and learn. Learn and love again. It is all a cycle my friend. It is a cycle of being. Experience the cycle.”


Saw a young boy with her sister next to him,
sat on the sky walk stair with filthy faces and shirts .
He noticed my fleeting look and he smiled .

In spite of what he has been through his face was hopeful
that someday he could fly to the moon and landed with million stars .

He made me realize that how wonderful life is . Happiness is uncountable and cannot be measured . No matter how hard life is just move on…


Her heart appended to his heart

She bequeathed it to him

Her lips may be sealed,

but the love she felt depicted to her emotions on the

poem she was written,

The flesh of the words blemished her soul.

The tears of her pen tattooed on paper that darken the shadow

from gray to black.

Weather felt her…

Lightning  struck, Rain poured heavily

Hopeless and Broken.




The last time she fell in love was year 2016.

She was 40 years old,

She has a long hair, fair skin complexion

She is pretty but alone and lonely,

Her heart telling her to wait but until when?

She looked into the mirror, she saw lines behind her eyes

Some white hair fell from her head..

While fixing her hair, the door bell rang

She was in hurry to went downstairs and opened the door

She was shocked . Her tongue twisted. The man…

The man  in her dream, standing in front of her.

Then the man gave something…

Oh! it’s a mail…

It’s the mailman, not the guy she thought about

Disappointed, shoulder and lips frowning

She went back upstairs with heavy steps

and sighed…






Goodbye Summer

Went outside

No sun,

No children in the playground

Newspaper behind my feet

Trees wavering and leaves falling

Squirrels hiding

Cats sleeping and dog wondering

Went back inside the house

Mother sitting with a cup of coffee on the dining table

Went upstairs with newspaper in my right hand

Locked the door and lying down on the bed

and said Good bye Summer…

Black and white

Tired, hopeless


Ruined and troubled

Disappointment to misery

Black to white

White to Black

Black says hi

White says welcome

Gray says bye

Controlled by Depression

Black and White..


The blind

She can see you

She can smell you

She can hear you

She can feel you

She can read

She can type

She can do everything

She is blind



Heaven and Earth Scenes

Wind whistled

Trees dancing and Birds singing

Squirrels playing and rabbits jumping

Parrot talking like a duck

Human praying…

Sun smiling at pouring rain

and shine so bright

Blessings from above

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