I am a woman not dead nor rude
my skin is colored.. but am pale dude
all emotions , pain and beauty I contain
seems vanished from heart, for humanity
has gone insane..
my attire ..my attitude
is captured and presented to world
not false..yet not true
Silent lips..closed eyes..has reasons to live..and to die .
I am not soulless, I am not cold.. I am not dead..I am not sold.
I am a story..remains untold..many have read..still I hold mystery in myself
as only a woman can tell..
picture by Mc Kay Jaffe ada-Ds Mag.
Magical moments. Life has surprises and shocks and nature has an ongoing artistic moments.
I find the sky to be magical. The wide screen, that so humbly touches the earth and uses it as the edge, of
a portrait..I wonder how can all this composition be so perfect. Moment by moment, endlessly, whenever I watch the Discovery channel, the majestic sky has a moving scenario that encompass the whole situation.
of course, the credit goes to the mind behind the lens. The ones, who captures it but what about the scenery.. the poetry, the feel of that time. Looking at the sky..I feel one thing for sure, that it is looking at us, trying to wonder what we have to display.
Sunrise or sunset, cloudy or rains, the windy days and bright sunshine play..the rainbow that is visible for sometime is the treasure, stars so bright but small, moon and sun that looks like a ball.
I find that poetic..the sky and its clouds ..floating above our height and touching the mountain peeks so high..views..I love to see and share.
the magical moments are really every where.