There were only two persons left in the world
after its mysterious end and they owned everything thereof.

They challenged each other to a duel and would fight to the death as they felt that only one of them should own the world.

But destiny had the final say:
when they drew their swords, a sudden lightning descended and struck them and they both died on the spot,  watched by a few birds perching on a nearby tree---all around was silence

An elephant on my working-table
do you say impossible?
Use your imagination:
I'm referring to plastic toy-model!

Poetry, like music.
at its utmost poignancy
speaks of melancholy
which will be engraved
in timeless memory

nothing can usurp
its grandeur and beauty
even at its darkest our
it  echoes so sublimely :

'Hearts,  do not weep
love surely there shall be
springing from every teardrop
and set your misery free'.

Here I am, in my despair
and loneliness, prayerfully
open my heart to its tender voice
and my ears to its ever-blessed melody

Beauty
can't fill the tummy
as such
it has no utility

Anne Frank: 'The diary of a young girl':

My comment:


We read the book in school. I have re-read.
She was intuitively brilliant and precocious, with the mind of an adult-philosopher.
If she had lived, she would have been a great writer.

I like her optimism, her faith in the essential goodness of people, her sense of humour and her love of life

It matters not
whether it's old or new:
it will stand the test
of time, if it's true

You needn't speak:
just give a genuine smile
when a total stranger
you accidentally  meet