
Seven sisters
Longing ahead, a stride of time, leaping through the seven hills, braving the currents, here I sit on the edge of paradigm. (c)boringbug Continue reading Seven sisters
Longing ahead, a stride of time, leaping through the seven hills, braving the currents, here I sit on the edge of paradigm. (c)boringbug Continue reading Seven sisters
Her radiant smile warming the insolent hearts,\ as dust settles. (c)boringbug Continue reading Radiant
Driving through my texts, I noticed some forgotten thoughts. Rotting in pages. Probably left alone in conscience. Letters melting before, crumbling like a gigantic mountain that had seen zenith but couldn’t resist it’s urge for more. The ideas, the creativity, and vision, seemingly trapped within a clobberstone. Waiting to be grated, to fret upon. But this lazy author, cramped with time and responsibilities, still soaring … Continue reading The Rotten Hope
With the passage of time, one observes the change in nature. A tree, which once pierced zenith, reaches the brim of extinction upon the arrival of a storm. The magnanimous effects of aging. Brazen, it’s grazed by the memories of its youth. The memories of might, whence it was indomitable. An era of victory over nature. Braving one storm after another. Sowing its seeds of wisdom … Continue reading The Aging Tree