I walk towards her with total emptiness in my heart. I guess putting some hard work isn't enough to reach something you want. I felt like I'm the only one left in the race with people surround me.
My mom looks at me, smoothing her forehead while her round brown eyes wrinkle drooping the corner of her mouth. She holds my hand and we walk together.The silence stops when she starts telling me story.
“One day a man who had been to gather his coconuts loaded his horse heavily with the fruit. On the way home he met a boy whom he asked how long it would take to reach the house. “If you go slowly," said the man, looking at the load on the horse, “you will arrive very soon; but if you go fast, it will take you all day."The man could not believe this strange speech, so he hurried his horse. But the coconuts fell off and he had to stop to pick them up. Then he hurried his horse all the more to make up for lost time, but the coconuts fell off again. Many times he did this, and it was night when he reached home."
By then I turn my dazed look of bewilderment to my mother while my eyebrows arched searching for answer in why she's telling me these however she didn't look back and continue to say something so I decided to just listen.
“My child, life isn't all about how fast you will reach your destination nor a race with others around you. Take your heart and time even if you're in your slow pace cause maybe you're comparing yourself to man with mangoes while your carrying a coconut."
“We have different baggages to carry so tighten up your shoulder and continue to explore your own journey. "
My breath resigns to static, dances in slow decrescendos-- sputters its way towards nothingness, In reminiscence of your laughter, which used to paint my tears into tales. For a while, pain and shame became foggy details, My heart is caught in an impenetrable limbo. For letting go seems like a foreign enigma to me. I can never have enough time to be prepared, For the coldness that petrifies, as it tries to make me believe That this departure is only done for my sake. Blurring my vision Oh' my heart weather forecasts drizzle and cloudy. A world compromising to the speed of sound, And what started as a slight drizzle Turned into a heavy pour. But somehow it remains frozen, behind glass displayed. Graceful drops, carrried and distorted by the majestic wind, Whilst trouble trickles wherever it falls into place. Thus, With the weather Becoming wishy washy, I too metamorphosized into Da Vinci's disfigured Mona Lisa. And perhaps like all the other Mona-Lisas' who came before me -- I am mad, broken, A lost woman. Who succumbed, not to the smile but to the burden of my own desire, love, heartbreak While bargaining with silhouettes on walls, As if they're keeping track Of every doubt I had solidified, And time to time reminding myself : " Fear not to cry little one. There are far more hurricanes in this world and you Ms, you were not made for occasional drizzles..."
paradoxicalpenman@vi_shine0202.. I don't have an objective answer for that, I guess as soon as you act, your intent and the consequence creates at least two possibilities.. Thanks a lot for the kind read..
// That face was bright enough to light up generations with her words.//
Her eyes shined bright just like the roses covered with dew in the sunshine. But at night they searched the sky to paint her nightmare with the darkness of world, to hide some of her pain in the incessant darkness. Her face was immaculate with innocence, just like the calla lily decorating the wet fields. And she had scars with mere existence that she showed in her diary. She wetted the clouds with her tears, so that one could have the bliss of drizzle when the clouds would deny the people like her, to make their hearts wet with rain. Her smile was like the sunflower in the dusky labyrinth, which could find its sun even when its sky was covered by someone. It shined everyday from the annex, and ended up in her words. Her smile was painted in the eternal pages of her diary, that paints the hearts of people today. Her clear face was dirtied with the stains of origin, And her smile was shackled with the shackles of unknown sins, Which desired to end this face one day, But now she smiles everyday in the minds of people who decorated her heaven.
the_world_is_unknown@anautumnleaf hey please !! Don't say sorry and I know you didn't mean to hurt me and apologies from my side too as the mess continued for so long and it may have hurted you too.. so apologies from my side too