I am melting slowly like a butter in your hand My silly dreams oozing through your fingers down down on the ground like acid rain pouring destroying your metal palace knocking down your flower pots one by one The bitter taste of my dreams stagnant, frozen, stuck and broken under the heavy weight of uncertainties
Memories a fragrance stimulates Tears have but no counterpart For tears encompass diverse tastes Of which memories is a head start Standing in front of God he weeps Tears fall as she bruises her limb Tinge in eyes as hope leaps Welled up on a future grim Memories a fragrance stimulates Tears have but no counterpart
After three years of sunshine,
there finally were dark clouds
pouring rain
no sweat, no headaches
just sweet melody of dripping water
on the open armed leaves
and open mouthed grass
taking in the life
after three years of death
yellow to green
yellow to blue
the anger of sky
is now a cuddle
for everything that is covers
is beautiful
just beautiful
Remember that pianist who said that if he did not practice everyday he would know, if he did not practice two days, the critics would know, after three days, his audiences would know.
-Taken from Zen in the art of writing by Ray Bradbury
Once I read this quote it hit me hard like a brick. I know I have been lagging behind in my resolution of writing everyday. It’s been one of those phases, when you tend to give up and its hard to get back there.
From today, I am going to try to stand back up and I will make sure I don’t step on that banana skin again.
A Writer's Resolution 