The hardest part of a job is to pretend you are working. An hour seems a lifetime especially during Monday mornings. Alt-Tab, to hide games and shows when the Boss is looking. A mastery of the skill, good plan and luck and you’ll be succeeding. When you’re bored and sleepy, take a nap with style. …
When I can’t think of something to write,
I blame the hot weather on a cold December.
I heard every noise and distractions a night can offer.
I push myself up to the last thought,
but I’ll end spending hours staring on a blank paper,
thoughts wandering but nowhere to go.
Remember me in your prayers. Cleanse my name through your solitude and contemplation. At least, do me this favor. That I may fully understand why you’ve chosen this devotion over me.
As I step inside the bus, As it moves its wheels, To somewhere, somewhere, Wherever the road leads us, I wonder. As the view from the window changes, As the wind blew on my face, We are far, far away, Excitement fills the air, my eyes wander. How sad it is for some, That only …
Lights off, the world is sleeping. Dogs howl, cricket’s watching. The stream flows; Soft whispers; Rain falls, it gives shivers. A woman sleeps; A man is naked. Stars wink, trees faded. Curtains down; Music is low. Old man’s breathing, a silent moan. Painful cry; Hurrying footsteps. A knock on the door Unveiling secrets.