White or black, Men or Women Queer or straight Who is better? Me? Or You? We are the same Don’t call us names For we are born equal Since the lord made us the same Despite the colour, Runs the same blood Despite the gender, All needs love Don’t be brutal For all lives matter Let’s unite together To spread ...
I can’t remember the beginning. My mind was a jumble of thoughts like shards of broken glass strewn across the floor. I can’t remember how I arrived, to that endless, dark void; nor how I came to confront that faceless figure draped in black. Yet it all felt too familiar, like a movie you know too well, or a crazy ...
A mysterious indecipherable world is our heart It’s so fascinating even in the disastrous moments It’s a soft impression that tender peaceful moments Even in mourning with swollen eyes Keep shining with your dazzling smile For all to feel your empathy that gleams around you But I know that sometimes… The most beautiful smiles can hide big sorrows As long ...
Blinding my eyes, flashes and swirling footlights, Chock-a-block! Rocking heads below me jamming, Wrapped in metal, leather and spiked blue hair, I was belting out stroking string to string, “This is magic”; they said, Forsooth, It was me screaming, It was me battling, The dark cloud looming over my head, Wait! Why in God’s name did they whirl and twirl? ...
Passing days, Can never, cover everything, Can never, heal everything, Nor the time, Won’t make everything forgotten, Hidden, in the darkness, forgotten, but remembered, Dead, but alive, Happy, but crying, Her demolished soul, still exists. When the pale moon shines, Doling out love over the world, Drowned, in glimmer, Many aghast memories, haunting, Mingles with tears. Yet, the tragic aeon ...
Church benches and floors stand empty of bliss Scattered red petals of flowers we’ll dearly miss With the same hands they raised to be blessed by the great God They were your children; couldn’t you protect them my lord? Eager hands searched through sharp blades of grass As Easter surprises came rushing and fast Drenched in this red Easter rain ...
“Coffee? Or perhaps you’d like something cool?” he trailed off looking at both of them in turn, expectant, but patient. I caught a glimpse of the sun shining in her eyes and the distant hum of Scott McKenzie singing flitted through my mind. Hiding my smile as best as I can, I looked on as he responded to the waiter ...
She smiled a smile, tender and sweet the thrill of first love she’d come to meet the trees took note and spread their green for Spring had been summoned to set the scene as daylight inches in, on the morrow the birds all sing as if they knew no sorrow red, orange, yellow, all colours in bloom nature laughed, leaving ...
Written and directed by the American filmmaker and musician, Spike Jonze, Her, in essence, is more than just your ordinary love story. The movie which was released back in 2013 bagged an Academy Award for Writing (Original Screenplay) and a Golden Globe for Best Screenplay in 2014. Her is a film that explores intimacy – with its multitudinous flaws – ...
