It’s that time of year again. The endless social media declarations of, “If you celebrate Halloween, you are going to Hell.” This topic triggers something inside of me, probably b…
When he had finished creating the man, the Creator realized that he had used up all concrete elements. There was nothing solid, nothing compact or hard left over to create the woman.
After thinking for a long time, the Creator took the roundness of the moon, the flexibility of a clinging vine and the trembling of grass, the slenderness of a reed and the blossoming of flowers, the lightness of leaves and the serenity of the rays of sunshine, the tears of clouds and the instability of the wind, the fearfulness of a rabbit and the vanity of a Peacock, the softness of a bird’s breast and the hardness of a diamond, the sweetness of honey and the cruelty of a tiger, the burning of fire and the coldness of snow, the talkativeness of a magpie and the singing of a nightingale, the falseness of a crane and the faithfulness of a mother Lion.
Mixing all these non-solid elements together, the Creator created the woman and gave her to the man. After one week the man came back and said:
“Lord, the creature that you have given to me makes my life unhappy. She talks without ceasing and torments me intolerably, so that I have no rest. She insists that I pay attention to her all the time and so my hours are wasted. She cries about every little thing and leads an idle life. I have come to give her back to you, because I can’t live with her.”
The Creator said: “All right”. And he took her back.
After a week had passed, the man came back to the Creator and said:
“Lord, my life is so empty since I gave that creature back to you. I always think of her– how she danced and sang, how she looked at me out of the corner of her eye, how she chatted with me and then snuggled close to me. She was so beautiful to look at and so soft to touch. I liked so much to hear her laugh. Please give her back to me “.
The Creator said: “All right”. And he gave her back.
But three days later , the man came back again and said:
“Lord, I don’t know — I just can’t explain it, but after all my experience with this creature, I’ve come to the conclusion that she causes me more trouble than pleasure. I pray thee, take her back again! I can’t live with her!”
The Creator replied: “You can’t live without her either!”
Excerpts from the book titled LOVE IS A FEELING TO BE LEARNED written by Walter Trobisch
“Happy birthday dear!”
I opened my eyes and stared directly at the lovely eyes of the only girl I’ve ever loved. She smiled at me and I fell in love with her all over again. I got out of bed and kissed her and although I didn’t want to stop she broke the kiss.
“You’ll be late for work”.
“Today’s my birthday and I’m the boss,” I said and wrapped my arms around her. “Let’s stay indoors all day. I promise that you’ll enjoy every second of it.”
“That’s sounds tempting but didn’t you say that you have to meet a client by 9am?”
“Yeah! That’s right my love. Totally forgot about that. I wonder what charm you used on me because once I see your lovely face I usually don’t think clearly,” I said with a mischievous grin planted on my face.
She blushed, got out of my hands and left my room without replying. I showered, brushed my teeth and got dressed faster than I usually do. The aroma filling the air made me realize how hungry I was and I immediately went to the dining room and sat down on my favorite chair.
I unwrapped the birthday gift she left for me on the table. It was a gold plated customized wrist watch with my name on it. She served my breakfast while I was admiring the wrist watch.
“Thanks for the watch love”
“You’re welcome dear. Eat your breakfast before it gets cold”
I was about to take my first bite of the meal when I heard a loud and shrill sound. It was the sound of my phone alarm.
To say that its been a long time since my last post on this blog would be an understatement. I could list countless excuses right now about the reason why I didn’t post new contents but the truth is that I’ve been lazy and uninspired. I’ll try to make amends this month of September.
September is my month after all and my birthday was yesterday 4th of September. In case you’re wondering how old I am, I won’t tell you but I’m in my late twenties. I will like to apologize for neglecting my blog for so long. Its not a promise but I’ll make sure I post as many as possible times every week. Thanks for your patience and understanding.
My uncle, Sir Simon Gutterage lived his whole life seeking that phrase or comment which might guarantee his immortality. Despite a title, gained by an ancestor for turning a blind eye to the rampant affairs of a long dead and unlamented Viceroy of India, he lived free of the means such an title would suggest, and thus sought entrance to the salons of the notable through turning an unforgettable phrase. Rebuffed, he turned to railway stations, then bus queues, and finally odd gatherings in the park before acknowledging, at last, that the planet would still turn, and people live and die on it, without his name being uttered in any context whatsoever, at any time, anywhere.
That was his sombre reflection as the last of his youthful looks vanished between plump and unimpressive cheeks and his eyes became rheumy and unfocused after decades seeking a pre-dawn nip of whisky to steady his approach to unavoidable responsibilities: a habit which had done things to…
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- Feelings. When you look at the person you love, what runs through your mind? Think of words to describe how they make you feel, so you can use them throughout your poem. Even if they make your brain all foggy, write about that!
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