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thoughts pour
spill from their borders
swarm their predestined portion

"and I make them wait."

memory crawls my throat
makes itself known on my tongue
climbs into the labyrinth of my ears
bursts through the drum

and it is gone
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I always felt
You can make anyone
Happy by offering a tip

But, some situations
Will prove you wrong

Today when I went to the dealer
For servicing

And when I reached there

I am welcomed by an elderly person

As yesterday we had a blizzard

I couldn't completely clean my car

I apologized him and then asked if that is ok

His reply

"Not to worry sir, it will melt anyway".

Am very happy by his gesture, the warmth in his voice, caring and love just reminded me of my late grand father.

He took my car inside and brought me a loaner car

While taking the loaner, I offered him tip.

He politely rejected and said

"You are good man, I did my job."

No words from my mouth. Then I saw some blood strains on his face

I asked him about it he said it's because of one of the car's door.

He then said, "see I got this, than a tip".

His point is my caring.

I am inspired by his gesture.

How many people we will encounter like him

I don't know.

By the way his name is Bob. That's what I heard I don't even know his full name. I made a mistake but, he is busy I can't disturb him though.

But, he will be in my thoughts and also in my prayers.

Location
Grand Subaru
bensenville, Illinois

Thank you Bob for your gesture. You made my day. Am blessed.

Small actions lead to major impacts

I am blessed

As a descendent

From early human.

Values and its meaning

Changes from person to the person

Life, though makes me feel confident

My instincts are guided scripts

Implanted to deal with

what value really is

Of course everyone have their own instinct

That makes me

Am nothing but, me.

I have returned
To the land of the living
After all life have perished
To see all traces of existence
Time and space, gravity and love
Without the restriction of our limited vision
To see the imprints of our touch and impressions
Laid out in front of me in its infinite and eternal presence
Every interaction, attraction, mutual and unrequited
Left its mark, like the trails of a snail
Now visible to me in perfect clarity

I could have ran to the beginning
And walked through every moment to the end
Seen life for what it truly was for all creations

Yet, all I wanted
Coming back at the end of time
When time cease to exist
When every being, every moment
Will never again cease to exist or change
Was to find that thread
Between us
And see whether it was connected
At the very moment of sight
When I saw you for the very first time
And ever since
Tugged and pulled
At every hint of longing
Transforming me with sculpting pain and tears
And tore away my fears

And see that it was never just my hopeful Imaginations and creations of the mind
That the threads of every twinge
Every pull of my soul
Had been there
Always there
Still there
True and real
Between every you and me

My family hangs on loose threads.

We cannot write silence.
The beats.
The pause.
The breath.
The way it aches
and persists

and begs that,

if only for a moment,

our consciousness is only a whisper.
our bodies,
our lips,
the air that passes through falling chests
and stillness.

A melody of emotion.
Sleeping in the quiet of a heartbeat skipped
a word lost to the wind.

The wickedness of reticence
Encapsulated in air and time.

The moment stretched too long.
Hesitation perpetuated in the grip of fingernails
pressed into palms.

We cannot write silence,
but we can try.

to find a way to immortalize emotion
to create space
in the ceaseless drone of words that speak and spin.

I cannot write silence. But I can write
tears and years
and the burn of long-stretched lies.

I can write goodbyes and hellos
And dozen ways to say
I love to hate you
Or
I hate to love you
and sometimes
I cannot tell the difference.
Silence.
The space I have upheld for myself.

I love to hate you
Heart.

I hate to love you too.

I cannot write silence.
But I know it.
and I have held it in my hand.