Thursday, December 18, 2008

The trinket trader

His voice floated over the heated sand as I meandered through the jolly fair,

"Ive got red and yellow and orange and blue, Ive got beads and crystals in the deepest hues"; he said of his colorful wares.

My eyes took in the glass baubles, they seemed to set up a mighty hurray, a celebration of life and a careless reflection of the Sun's jaunty rays

Then I saw a stone in the clamor of colors, it sat there still in peace, it needed not to show borrowed shine, coz it knew what burned within.

"Name the price of this little stone";said I and the merchant gave a wary glance, and once more looked at me,

"A dying friend bequeathed it to me, but I have no use for stones of grey, a trinket trader like me..
You can take the rock if you keep it safe, and are you sure you wont buy a crystal bee?"

He who sells pretty glass things can tell not gems from stone;
and that is how I came to own a fiery diamond, of inestimable value for none

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Notes on life...

There is more to life than work

There is also more to life than love

For most people love is a sense of peace and security, atleast most married people

The one true love might take a lifetime of waiting, but it damn well is worth the wait

There are things to do during the wait, like make money, see the world, and humor friends

There are things to do, during see the world, humor friends, and remember family

The one true love might not necessarily feel the same about you

Sometimes its better not to know why you feel the way you do, knowing the reason might just ruin you

Let go of love if it wants to go, dont let go of friends