Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

If the plural form of a mouse is mice
and many many louse is called lice
why isn't the plural of house is hice?
and a nose be nice?
a kiss , kice?
English is a funny language isn't it?
Yet we learn to master it
The non natives speak and write
in their different accents and styles
Struggling to be understood
rather than be judged...
Still English is fun to learn
and Writing poetry is a great exercise
for English language learners.

Merry dear Dad his Inner Kevlar endure
And allow my Years to promote his Prove
For Right-Side's Heal let his Honour be Pure
And mirror the Big Hand in Sky's Glory
For if it be this Son, sullen by Age
Of Desert Years twice-score he should Wander
Would share his Bread; To patient Sky quench Rage
And emulate our Saviour's Mercy ponder
Yet you. Still you. Be my Foundation's Best
Apart from Powers I could Un-Concieve
That Feigned but Guiding Hand; With all Lime's Zest
Harness it ever from Sugars too Sweet.
And yes, dear Dad; The Five-Pronged Bot did die
Yet withered their Ghosts to greet your Day by.

there are beautiful things to see on cold wet nights
                     you just have to open your eyes
           and consider it

                it was a cloudy night
hence the rain storm
       but it had stopped for a moment
and the clouds shifted to show the gentle spread
   of stars beneath the wispy clouds
                        to let the moon shine
                i noticed the leaves on the trees that night
after the heavy rain
        they glistened and sparkled in the pale
                light of the moon
twinkling as the wind lightly ruffled them

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Hey everyone, this is just a little update thingy, but thanks everyone who has been liking and following, it means a lot! I don't have a laptop over the summer so I'll hardly be posting but I'll be writing in a journal to upload some time later in the year! Thanks everyone soooo much! <3

When I was little
often I watched my mom in the kitchen
working till late night
kitchen was her cocoon
kitchen was her heaven
I had to pretend to be sick
to take her out from there
Once I caught her sobbing
at the kitchen sink
as a child I asked her so innocently
"Did daddy make you cry"
No darling she said
She smiled and continued with dishes..
and left me with the question WHY?
Years later..
and today I am a mother myself
The tragedy in mom's kitchen still haunting my life
watching my mom crying in her kitchen
was not a good picture,
not a good memory as a child
not at all.....
The kitchen was her castle
In the warmth of her kitchen
she made miracles…she created magic upon magic
splendid recipes... superb dishes
feeding her loved ones... with love
but Today I realized  how my mother
released herself and that could have made her survive
By working so hard in the kitchen
By often hiding her despairs and sorrows
Her kitchen was her secret hiding place
every time she was hurt...
when the world treated her so unfairly
In the comfort of her Kitchen
She consoled herself....
How did I realize this after so many many years?
today for the very first time
I cried myself at the kitchen sink
In my very own cozy kitchen
over a pile of dinner plates ,
almost breaking a glass
so afraid to lose control...
but my kitchen is heaven that saves me...
as my tears are falling over the bubbles in the sink
How I came to understand my mother's feelings...
by standing there in the kitchen...
remisniscing... and..
breathing this life
feeling this life
experiencing with life
living with life....
as long as mothers are alive
they live their life
to share the laughter and joy
of their husband and children
to endure the pain and sorrows
but hide them once in a while....
in mom's heavenly kitchen

Silence,
Soft breeze is felt going through my hair,
Trees shake and whisper to the air,
Silence,
Thunder claps,
Lighting brights up the night sky,
Silence,
Moon hidden by clouds,
Surroundings hidden by fog,
BOOM,
The noise rolls in closer...
Faster,
Louder,
Pitter patter,
Pitter patter,
Water falls from the darkness,
It soaks the ground..
It is the only thing heard,
Lightning strikes again
Lighting the sky for only a second,
Now its darker then ever,
Hear the rain hitting the ground,
Feel the cold wind as it brushes through the trees,
Smell the air...
It smells fresh and clean,
Silence.

As I softly put on

My beautiful veil

I think of how sadly

People seem to fail

To see its beauty

See why we do

Wear it daily

If only they knew

This veil to me

Is so extremely priceless

Its not the beauty of the veil

It is not the beauty of the person

Its the beauty of the faith

a strong religious belief

Hidden in this beautiful veil...