A tumultous storm is passing the valley and I am stuck in the midst nowhere to hide and nowhere to go. I try to walk towards home with my rainbow coloured umbrella. My abode on the hill nearby, and an uphill task to go, the gale is growing stronger i just can't slow. The heaven has been unfriendly not answering to my prayers I slipped a million times as He wanted me to scare. The strong roots of the trees have held my hand firmly not gushing me down as a true friend in poverty. The rain spoilt my umbrella, the seven colours faded I faced the heavy drops as my parasol betrayed. Toiling to crawl up the rain was failing to stop me from going upstream, the nimbus this time is ghastly than ever but i will have to return to my dear ones albeit bruised from head to toe, none to hear my scream . Both rain and me are bleary and had to pause now, the firmament is clearing up with the sun, peeping through the clouds and I am nearly near my hilltop house. The sky was happy to see me alive and gifted me my rainbow umbrella as return gift from above, I tasted glory in the rainbow from the hilltop and my abode.
My heart is empty again without you for you abode therein my heart. Your voice only, craves I my boredom to cure. You're my happiness, joy and all source of glee. My love for you is soft as silk fresh as lilly, bright as rose. It's like the sunrise 🌅 even when it sets it always come a new everyday all day. I'd love you forever, as long as you love me. #C9_fm
Ring my bells, When the cells Of the heavenly abode Dispels the ode Of the dark. I remain embedded In this tarnished red, As I tear down the grey walls And paint it a violet haul. Like this mind that's hidden, For thy made it forbidden, For this aura bewilders you, And you cowardly view The new as a symbol Of destruction of all.
He wanted her to understand his silence. She was also fighting her battles - her wounds yearning to hear good words. Both talked and remained silent; a little. A little he walked. A little she did.
Little by little they fought against all odds. Little by little they crossed it all. Crossed it all to reach each other. In each other, once they had spotted their homes. In these homes now they had found their abode for forever!
Cork boards in school halls, Pinned with this and that, Chalkboards out of date, covered by a map, Whiteboards smudged and in use, Boards of wood used, To build a home for friends and family, An abode, Composed of hope.