All through my slumber; I don’t want the night to end.
While I’m sleeping and dreaming the world never ends.
There’s no healing as dormant volcanoes erupt and earthquake shudders.
There isn’t a slightest reason or pardon when people end up in rubbles to expire forever.
There is always hope to find survivors under the rubble, even in these hours.
A couple of brush strokes in red and green, is not as real as a rose in nature well seen
“I believe cats to be spirits come to earth.
A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.”
There’s nothing much of a joyful feeling when an impressive sunset is occurring, watching all the beautiful colours vanishing into darkness of the night, standing by yourself.
A rose bud is well seen in the morning,
when dewdrops enrobe its velvet petals.
And better scented during early sunset,
the day’s warmth spread its perfume.
It’s so incredible to see that you can give it back.
A spontaneous poem I wrote about feeling scared while reading WikiLeaks!
Will my tears be all washed away sometimes soon?
Pensively, I express random words here and there…
Pensively those I often love to say and keep
All things that I have had in my mind for years
All along, to escape when the news shows-up
Paranoia will always be there on my heavy back
Here with me too keep me going scared but cautiously
With tremendous fear, I often tremble ever so much,
When I encounter while reading these damn WikiLeaks
by Hermione (me)
Copyright © 2005-2011
by LuVhermit @ 2011-04-06 – 17:37:59
LH
The wonderful part of our happiness or misery in life depends on our dispositions and not our circumstances, because we can make things happen for the better…
Very fast people learnt about pity, when they get sympathy, and what it was like to be in other people’s shoes, or on the other end of the line. I do know that lessons can’t be learnt in lecture halls from people that have been there with an amazing experience they lived through in the past.
And of course those who spread betrayal of trust, ignite fire to kill, and death out of hatred for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity…. what you think? Am I right or not?
Sorry – but I can’t get enough compassion for pitifulness because there’s always a way to get out of misery without wrong doings!!
LH
Lovingly Words and Thoughts 
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