She could have been a scientist, made impossibles happen. But before she could go ahead , you reset that important button. She could have been a pilot, soared so high in miles of sky. But before she could take off, you cut the wings that could fly. She could have been a writer, ink filled…
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Your eyes……I remember
The days, we sat side by side, I remember your eyes beckoning me to hold you. The days, we shared a hearty laugh, I remember your eyes conveying to me the closeness of the two. The days, our arms were wrapped around each other, I remember your eyes showing the intimacy of our bond….
Glimpses of Benevolence
I glanced upon a picture in the newspaper today… a Christian missionary providing water to a Muslim village suffering from water scarcity, ,sharing a plain smile, hand reaching out – and I thought to myself, how gracious. Then..the clouds parted just enough for sunlight to shine down on me , touching my heart & a…
What You See Is Not Me
You see me smile on the outside. But that’s all you can see. What if tears run down my face on the inside? You hear me laugh on the outside. But that’s all you can hear. What if I’m crying out for help on the inside? You smell the scent I wear everyday on the…