Live, love, run

The talk was animated, that of recent winners reliving the moment.

She let the conversation cascade over her.

Her attention held by the cool scratch of linen tablecloth against her bare thigh. Wanting, waiting. For her world to tilt.

The barest whisper of a finger against her flesh.

The talk was of winners.

She was lost.

For this is what we do. Put one foot forward and then the other. Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world once more. Think. Act. Feel. Add our little consequence to the tide of good and evil that flood and drain the world. Drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night. Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day. With love: the passionate search for a truth other than our own. With longing: the pure, ineffable yearning to be saved. For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on. God help us. God forgive us. We live on.

Gregory David Roberts, from the book Shantaram.

By Ayaan Malik

It brings hope

courage has strength

it brings faith

courage conquers hate

it brings joy

courage is will.

For Amy

Why don’t you see me?

It doesn’t feel quite right.

I’m not smiling on the outside

But my smile inside is bright

My Mum tells me that it’s normal

That my time for love will come

But it feels sad and lonely

When you’re left, the only one

Dad says I am his beauty

Not to rush the boy/ girl stuff

That’s easy to say when you’re older

When you’re young it feels a bit tough

But I woke up in the morning

And its a brand new shiny day

The weird feelings from last evening

Seem to have begun to fade away

Perhaps they’re right, there is no rush

There’s plenty of time for fun

I hope it’s true there will come one day

When I’ll find my special one

When you’re eleven, ten seems so young, you feel alot closer to twenty

So I spent some time and created a new age - I like to call it ”eleventy”.

It’s the age when she tries to give me that look like I am old and  a wee bit crazy

It’s the age when she says “Come on dad!” - how dare I tell her she’s lazy!

The unmade bed is fine… I’ll pick it up soon… can I have Miki over for plays?

But in the end she can leave that bed in a horrible mess for at least a couple of days

When you’re ready to be grown up, but people still pull the strings

It’s easy to get upset about the little things

“But it’s too early for bed….. it’s not time to go”

Or the worst thing of all - that dreaded eleventy word NO!

But then it’s late, and the day has been long

And she looks at me trying to be calm and strong

And she turns into that little girl I know

And we talk and laugh and it begins to flow

Because eleven or eleventy, she always knows

My endless love for her, come what may, is the thing that glows.

We all have a mirror

Look hard and see behind

There’s someone who knows you

And can see inside your mind

The trick is connecting with that someone

It’s not an easy thing, trust me

But if you meet and make the most of time

They can love you, help you, heal you 

…..believe 

By e e cummings :

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                    i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)