Tuesday, July 17, 2012

A lady in rain




There are shadow, there are light,
There are angels, there are lies.
What is behind the darkest sky?
We fall; we fail in the mist of ignorance veil.
Lone heart and empty soul, where will you go?


Wednesday, July 11, 2012

In the Memory of my beloved grandmother.

Death is the end of all life. It is something we always think of, fear of and in the end grieve of for the sad reality. Life passed on from the deceased to the living, and one day we will all face the only equality of life and follow the path of all living, paying the debt that all man pays. Often we asked, what is death? Is it an entity that wearing some cloak and holding a large scythe? Or it is just an eternal slumber that allows tired souls to rest forever in the hand of God from this absurd world? Memento Mori, remember we will surely die one day. Times up for someone, times goes on for others. The loss of one beloved soul is the gain of the memories of those we missed much. Family, Friends and Memories, they might fade away someday perhaps, but as long as we live, the burdens are ours to bear.

In the Memory of my beloved grandmother.