In a box

Saturday, 14 April 2012

I , Eye , I Pray


Silence in the soul
Peace in the night
When all times I compromise to myself


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet,never,in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

                ~Emily Dickinson


The thought of hope
 Gives me palpitations
Serenade of the night
Calms me down
Hope is ahead of my prayers
Are they prayers with charisma?
Praying.
I believe.


A total fiasco,
Vision of hope,
Image of reality.
Prayers,
with hope.
Hope with life cadences
Awaiting.
With the faith in myself.




I , Eye , I Pray.


Thursday, 12 April 2012

Unsolved Puzzle


" God gives one last unsolved puzzle as a gift to humans '',

   That last piece that's not allowed,
   If by any chance,
that was you.
What do I do then?



  It isn't a decision,
It's a choice.