I dropped the umbrella I dropped the umbrella that protected me from the rain From the circus of love and life I dropped the umbrella that kept me dry And now my clothes are dripping wet Not of water, but of the blood surging through my veins The bleeding started the moment I let go…
Author: Navish
Sister to Sister: Love and a broken Heart
This here is my broken heart , With shattered pieces across the floor. Each crying out loud why I led myself into all this. But silence is all I can tell my heart now. You told me you love me, But you always made me empty, You deprived me of satisfaction, And stole my joy…
Grandma, Grandma: Strength of a woman
“Grandma, grandma” she called out running to meet her grandmother whom she had left at home. She’s back from school and it’s Friday afternoon, perfect day for a lazy evening. “Can we go see the sun set together? She asks. “Oooh yes, yes we can.” Grandma replies and together they walk uphill to a point…
The Little Horse
There was a little horse by the river. It laid down and thought , “I am young and I sit by the river all day” “I used to go for jolly rides with my master but I hurt my foot and now I have to sit by the river and watch the waves rise and…
Those Tiny Hands
When she saw the little boy sad because of not being able to do what the rest of the group was doing, she patted him on the shoulder and said “Young child treasure those tiny hands of yours, when you grow up, they will become big enough to create a whole new world of inventions,…
#GirlPower
She looked right into my eyes and said “Little girl, you will stand upon this rock.And on it pleasure will come your way.Pain too will come.Learn to take both of them.The rock you stand upon will support you.It will hold you down.And when all seems dark, this rock will shift by pushing itself upwards.As…
Anger
Punch a rough wall with thorns, Feel the pain, Let your fingers bleed As the roughness bruises your hand the thorns pierce you Digging deeper into your vessels It’s like injecting poison Into your very own mind It’s deadly, yet you do it
Gethsemáne: Passover Memory
At the garden of Gethsemane Where He knelt down to pray My soul is sorrowful This load I’m about to carry is wearing me down These people that I love, they torment my soul The tears in my eyes are filled with blood Yet they don’t see it On these grounds I plead with my…
From the deepest part of my heart
And from the deepest part of my heart,
I’ll sing praise to you, oh Lord
The River in the Neighborhood
Hi there, So up north is home to a lot of beautiful sceneries of springs, rivers, lakes, hills and mountains. At my local village springs flow downhill from the mighty Mount Kilimanajaro every morning and dry up in the evening. And then down my late grandfather’s farm there’s a river which has white waters during the…