The short and long walks, the unpredictable(?) tantrums or is it that scary barks that you unleashed when you want the freedom that you need.
The crackers that i used to throw on the grass to pacify your unending demands to stay while i’m on the verge of a nervous attack especially when you chase those helpless cute small dogs you bully when all you need is just a playmate.
The dirt my shoes accumulate when the deer suddenly appeared , i was almost thrown away because you want it your way. I promised this time, i won’t let you play.
But when you give me that innocent look, that oscar worthy act of begging to be out, my heart just melt. And i can’t blame you for being just the way you are…. Crazy, Sweet and Damn Bitchy just like Me.
Life is like an ocean. It comes in waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, sometimes it’s overwhelming. And just when you thought you’ve seen it all, you’ll be caught by surprise that there’s more to come.
Realizing that life is a cycle. Still being thankful that there will always be something to be grateful for. And knowing deep inside that there will always be something beautiful to look forward to.
Yes, the best wave of your life is still out there. Learn from the waves and enjoy the ride.
Abstract people. Have you met them? Do you recognize them? Do they ever bother you? Do you understand them?
Understanding them is like viewing a painting. Your interpretation is limited to your understanding. Your understanding is limited to your truth.
Looking at the painting, how could you refute the visible signs of the brush if you’re only seeing the canvas? And how can you accept the beauty of its diverse colors if you hate to walk in shades of gray and live your life only in black and white?
And what is your truth? Is the sun your truth or the moon on a dark night? Is it the rainbow after the storm or the pot of gold after the rainbow? Is your truth your refuge when life is a curse or it becomes your oath when life is a gift?
Abstract people. Most of the time, you don’t understand them. Sometimes, you are one of them.
Why is February a Love Month? I don’t know the answer. One thing i know is I love to share something about love through poetry……..Since February is make love, oops, i mean made up of 8 letters, let me share you 8 Love Poems/Musing.
Kindly Click / Tap Photos To Read the Poems. Hope you’ll LOVE them. Thanks.