Category: art

From dust to dust

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Carl warner

from dust to dust we must pass this dunes of time, but as we progress from childhood to youth..we wait for puberty and the time of being young adults..freckled face and unsure eyes..that watch and wait..this time does pass like it has wings to fly..although we want to live long and healthy ..yet we fear from within to be labelled as Old..I was told..the reason Adam got into trouble was..he couldn’t hold back his wish to remain young forever..he feared not to age..but to get old and weary..it is part of our nature..like our father, Adam..to stay young and look younger..than we are 🙂

Barren life

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A barren life has little or no memories

full of despair and agonies

watch those eyes..dried up like dark wells

no feeling just puffy swells..no light or fire dwells

emptiness like branches spread out to search

birds, insects, butterflies or bees

no one come to sit on me…it’s lonely

no stars in sky..no moon to delight

no breeze that touch..no fragrance that fills

my soul like fire, my heart with desire

am alone and lonely…barren life has it’s shallowness

and endless miseries..

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Merry Christmas !!

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I wished my husband’s friend and his family..

He replied,” This year it is not“merry” Christmas for me” I instantly got on a self alarm, as he continued to explain. The political scenario has made his work come to a standstill for the last six months. His family was suppose to reach his in-laws for celebrating Christmas  and to pay respect to his deceased father in law, but they couldn’t as there was a road blockade. His son, a young boy was crying due to disappointments. The day, which he hoped to be filled with laughter and smiles, was turning out to be lonely and depressive..he didn’t even want to say the word,”Merry”

I felt his pain, I could understand how he was traumatized, financially and socially ..small things make us happy, yet those opportunities when denied due to any reasons beyond our control..makes a parent sad..his wife was planning this outing for the last three years..and this year made her really upset..because they were sort of hostage within their house..when will we be free to move and enjoy..I want freedom and peace.

It seems we must tell our leaders to promise us peace and we can be happy with whom we want to be, where we want to go and whatever we want to do 🙂

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A poem for winter :) in response to whocouldknowthen Haiku

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Winter has a magical touch
Snow fall urges hands to feel
the cold and numbness, that is real
we cover , we shiver, we attempt to deal
winter is magical..like a fairy on wheels :)

Will not hibernate
will not miss..this light silvery kiss
snow covers..where grass has died
winter has come to bring an end
to cycle of life..for a new beginning

Trees are bare and we tend to share
warmth of heart..we sing we care
sun when glares..we tend to stare
at the chilling breeze..no one can see
just feel…it is real

Marcus Moller Bitsch
Marcus Moller Bitsch

What mysteries surrounds us ?

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what clouds  can do..except roar.. slowly  floats..from east to west and showers away..as it goes..I run and chase..the breeze in daze..I want to touch the clouds so much..but can not fly..I envy the birds and butterflies..take me with you..I have no wings no force to push my body to float..to repel. the gravity pull..I want to know how many drops will surface the earth..and winter will see..the snow fall as we freeze..still..

I want to feel the first snow..the first rains that washes away clean my soul..How many things..I never can count nor see..measure or reverse..life is uncontrollable ..uneasy..unfulfilled..yet..life is prized..and will be enjoyed..in all four seasons that I want to live..spring to summer..autumn to winter..I am here.in all cycles of seasons..they got many reasons to be..each year..each day the_call_the_wind_mariah_by_phatpuppyart-d48bz2z