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That time of her life when she was there on top of the mountain, staring at the world around her, thinking, planning on how to kill those bats, wolves and snakes…screaming at an imaginary enemy behind the clouds, slicing the wind with her hands, determined to take down any one who stood in her way…

“one day, I’ll be successful! And I will blow the fog clean to write my name in the blue sky! The world will witness my victory and all of them will forever be defeated! HAHAHA “

Then,

 

There he was…the man she loved, on the ground, playing a kite! 

 

Short poems # 9 Lies

Lies are the weakest armor one can wear in a battle field. However the sweetest to some who battle naked. 

short poem #5

“Opportunities can be very obvious that it constantly tells the mind.You know the obvious chance to get to know someone even on a much deeper level. Or simply a new job for you. Or a chance to enjoy sky diving. Yet the mind just says, don’t worry it’ll come around the next time, it’ll present itself the same way to the same people. Then if it’s not happening, we convince ourselves about how ugly we are for missing that beautiful train of opportunities.” 

One year

One year

with your hands rubbing a single black coin

and a 3D wish before the coin is slid into

your secret pocket

burns the fabric and creates a hole

as big as that of the black coin

to where your fingers warp

slowly then

one by one.

Next, your arm so long is drawn by the flow of a rainbow 

Consider your body being dragged in–

Into that glorious fantasy where there’s no collateral for a 

Reality-based drama of success and failure;

Of trial and error. 

One year with unfamiliar colleagues and unknown plots, amiable faces and fancy laughs, food and dance and a strict compliance with your personal mantra and 

The Imperative policy. 

One year never stands still as it grows you a year wiser; stronger

til your head is sucked in by the overwhelming hole magnified in your pocket as friction heats up the fringes now 

Transforming the coin to a silver nickel. 

Dates and days are ephemeral and so are the memories like weather constantly changing and charging. 

But no matter, 

One year is always a start–

of a new jump to the abyss 

To meaningful discoveries 

To significant circumstances 

To radiant friendships 

To relevant changes 

To genuine happiness. 

One year 

That’s more than just surviving 

A year of living as a human being. 

One year with you, with us.

One day, 

You’ll have a year to look back on 

A day to ponder this year’s resolve. 

This day makes your 

One year.