The Illusion - a tribute to Valentines day.
1 year ago
when i figure out how to use the features in a digi-cam.....
when the whole family is together.....
when its cunningly made crafts....
when we're all leaning to one side.... (why ah?)
when its blurry iced strawberry....
when its yee sang time!!!
when you cant tell if its a rat, bear or pig....
when its antique wine goblets....
when its yam seng time!!!
when my nephew reyes pulls funny stunts and poses.....
when its that close to chinese new year...... (i love chinese paper cuttings)
when its sunrise.....
when its sunset.....
when the moon glows on high....
when it looks like an eating contest.....
when chris succumbs to wearing my reading glasses.... lolz....
when passing by heritage spots.....
when its yummy fried laksa.... trust me, its good.....
when stairways like this always looks promising....
when you're tired and haggard and with good friends.....
its cloudy outside the window
the music is hushed
my heart begins thinking of you...
on every grey day, i would always hope that you will be at my side i wonder what you're doing now....
the lights are dimmed the music is hushed the cotton candy in the mouth has melted...
its cloudy outside the window
the soul is spiritless
my heart begins thinking of you...
i miss you so much.....
the phone rang
hello? its you!
you wanted to talk
i thought your heart is missing me
why do you sound so cold?
you've changed, you've changed...
hello? hello?
the lights are extinguished
the music is stilled
falling tears cannot be held back...
the sky is raining
the soul is sad
i am hurt inside
do you still remember? we used to love to sit by the window on grey days and speak of nothing... when its starts to rain, it feels like we're sheltered from this world... can we reprise those days again? suddenly, i wanted to call you...
the phone rang
please answer the phone....
you wanted to talk
i really just wanted to hear your voice...
i thought your heart is missing me
why do you sound so cold?
you've changed, you've changed...
please don't treat me this way...
the lights are extinguished
the music is stilled
falling tears cannot be held back...
is it really the sky raining or is it raining in my heart...
the sky is raining
the soul is sad
i am hurt inside
i am hurt inside
do you really know how does it feel to be hurt? without you at my side, the world feels grey... when will i ever get better....
red curtains to block out the light.....
doorway into doorway into doorway.....
lovely reflection....
perfect for voyeurs....
a small window of light.... where does it take us?
secrecy at its best....
connections to the other world.....
chains that lead nowhere.....
ugly feet.....
kitty's favourite sunning spot......
Its been a month and three days.... but for me it was just a week ago....
On the first of January two thousand nine.... at around ten thirty pm.... i was hailed on msn by my old friend Karen. She had bad news to tell me.... i felt the fear descending over my body....
the fear that i had held afar ever since seventh of december two thousand eight... when i saw the body of that dead child who had fallen block 3A....
just as i thought, me fears have come to light.... my heart stopped and broke....
'i have bad news to tell you.' she says...
'my daughter is dead.' she says...
'i'm sorry i didnt let you know sooner. i was to distraught and sick.' she says...
a gasp... a tear... a sob... then disbelief...
then shoulder heaving, heartrending sobs tore their way out of my soul.... my heart broke on its way....
she was dead... jocelyn teh... this adorable 10 year old that i saw from conception, to pregnancy to birth, to growth... one of the prettiest little girls i know... gentlest of souls too... also one of the most damaged of souls... i had adored this child with soft and vibrant eyes...
she was mentally tortured by her father... so much so that she hated to go visit him... so much so that her step-father who loved her like his own, send her to a doctor to have her psyche evaluated... so much so that she attempted suicide a few times...
now she is at peace. now she sleeps on. no ugly images of knives and graves and blood will rent her mother's heart. now she is safe.
darling child... adored by everyone.... i can only offer this to you.... know that you're grieved... know that you're never forgotten... know that you're always loved...
So often,
We believe that we have come to a place
That is void of hope and void of possibilities,
Only to find that it is the very hopelessness
That allows us to hit bottom,
Give up our illusion of control,
Turn it over, and ask for help.
Out of the ashes of our hopelessness
Comes the fire of our hope.
author~Anne Wilson Shaef
The story of the Phoenix is as old as time. The tale of a bird burning itself every 500 years in order to renew its immortality has been passed through all major civilizations since the ancients Greeks. Sensing old age and lackluster, the mystical bird collects kindling and fans its own fire while nesting upon the flames. From the ashes of the old Phoenix, a young and beautiful Phoenix is reborn. By overcoming fire, death, and old age, the Phoenix represents triumph over adversity and rebirth into glory, thereby providing hope and constancy ~
Out of my ashes
Will rise a new phoenix.
A soaring being
Returning from death
Proving once again
That life is eternal.
I live forever
Because the spirit
Never dies.
I will return
In another body
In another time,
But it is me.
The me who is me now
Will always be.
As long as I live,
I learn.
And I live
F o r e v e r
author~ Priyanka Teredesai
call it whatever - phoenix, garuda, firebird, feng huang, ho-ou, bennu, angha, ardana, averlerion...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoenix_(mythology)
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