the new phase of metamorphosis...

The last rainbow streaks... across the velvet pond...
the day would soon be gone...
where the past is left to reflect and reminisce...
the dawn is due in feast,
when the clock strikes twelve, the glass shoe left is forever gone..
and what replaces it is something to look forward to...
a brand new day...
a brand new carriage, driven by horses with speeds as swift as the  wind...
a blue dim glow grew bigger shimmering with unknown forces...
oh wow, a whole colony of the rarest fireflies with shining torches as blue as the depths of hydro's earth bond form...
a greater time, worth growing to grace the utmost knowledge and life to come...

Trip...

Hope the soon to be trip these few days is delightful...
Summer's the time to celebrate...
reunions... are plentiful...

Happy winter solstice and a merry chirstmas!^^

Long Silent...

Yes, I am happy... being happy with my life... Yet, I am greedy... greedy for the half forgotten sound... Am I wanting too much? I just need to hear the calling too... to assure my soul, that nothing changes... that the reality is what I wished for... I dread the uncertainty... I dread the long silence which creates much of the uncertainty... It is too quiet... where is the chimming of bluebells in the field...? where is the humming of the tiny merry sound... I need to know... what it is about to keep me going, to keep me hoping... that one day, the sea would be mine... the waves that hug me so tender... the only type of waves which are meant only for me alone.. ever since I saw the secret of catching the sneeze of the sea... caught unaware, I wish I knew how to catch the breath of the sea... the lungs and mine become one... growing fountains out of half drowned caves.... the breaking of silence... It is hard to keep the little faith as I waited so patiently for the first siren's call... where it lies, the seaweed bubbles bloom... Please, I wish you could understand me...

Mending Heart...

Homesick, not really now that my parents are here... Missed hanging out with them... There are a few more days left... I am going to make full use of it... it's a good thing, I thank god for making their trip safe and sound... I thank god for eveything that I have been blessed in life...
I would not query the unknown... May the same would be for me next time to know the new member in my life...
the one other who will protect me and weave blessings for my family..
I hope for just hopping that it would be true in the future...
I think I would have felt loved again...
there goes all the crossroads that i have not passed in my life..
there are lots of them out there..
Life...

Petals

Petals red, yellow and pink fell...
the mossy area was filled with overwhelming fragrance..
showers come flattening the retals.. coat they with half boiled mud...
the colours are still fresh...
 where youth had gone...
it sailed together with the brown eyes that follow suit...
the aging of century...
a haven? a heaven?
trust me
no one knows..

One big family

Reunions... are hard to come by...
Little warmth.. No more feelings where you realise a part of you is lacking...
Sickness recovers...
Days are brighter...
Wind is milder...
Great health grows with reunions...
That's always the sweetest moments in life...

Where the wholesomeness is felt,
I experience pure bliss...
a grateful heart...
for what God gave me,
I couldn't ask for more...

Raving Weather

It was as if there was chaos among the clouds... the roof mourns of greyish blood trickling down... the buildings shiver... their fresh paints gulped the blood greedily... leaving droplets of it smeared down their towering throats...

there was no way I could glimpse upon the very last of the meteor showers this year... too bad it was of my horoscope too - Geminid meteor showers... they are the brightest amongst all... pretty little sparkles across the sky which would not break the chaos that cloud its mind, blocking us from viewing what was above all of its clouded mind... I wish to wish upon them, to gaze upon the heavenly phenomena... how pretty they would be, under a clear cloudless night.. to think i had the chance to set my eyes upon them... a remorseful and helpless feeling that I have... they will pass without a flicker... as the rage of all rages continue... all that I hear now is pitter patter... 

Status Hound....

what i wished for i don't wish for...
Great deeds, the greater the others...
what is big when big is comparable...
what are ambitious dreams? when ambitions are not after all ambitious?
pride? linked to.... wealth? status? prestige? are those pride?
if you think they are... wow, your thoughts do delude you...
what a pity, i couldn't pity such a mentality... get as sarcastic as you want...
for what is left of you are merely rottening bones when you die... no... there is no pride nor status when you die except a tomb stone which turned cold and worn out... eaten ad forgotten by time... and your remains are nothing but feast for the worms...

Little melody...

Went to Otara Market once more.. It was a merry little place... people were all over the place finding for the cheapest farm produce... Many were much cheaper than the city... the simplicity brought contentment... I bought the biggest and the rosiest apples... the folks that lived there and around were mostly Pacific Islanders... There was a short performance... Their voices were superb and strong... Worshipping God... simply charming to the ears... I imagined them singing folk songs around the campfire... That would be such a deligthful chilling activity... The breeze blew gently... blowing the peaceful spirit into everyone aroung them...

Little feelings...

My tiny feet set along the pebbled path...
Leading me towards a lush green clearing...
I saw it from the thick tropical bushes...
I continued walking...
there were rattans twisted around little limp trees...
choking them along the way...
I was wary...
wary that they too might come alive and choke me...
the was once, a story that I had heard...
passed down from generations,
those choked were turned into trees..
I keep walking...
If those were true,
I might have been turn into one...
the doubts that filled me are like little droplets of crystal dew..
trying in vain to wash my conscious eyes awake...
the path was slippery...
a sign of  fresh recent downpour..
the smell of soil...
I sniffed with delight...
a scent I favor over artificial branded perfumes which are
like hormone sprayers against the face...
like synthetic honey-like liquid attracting foolish bees...
the clearing backens...
How nice it would be in the open grounds...
admiring birds hovering across the rippling skylines...
a taste of simple bliss...
My heart had reached that clearing,
but clearly my body hadn't...
My worn out slippers struggle through the sticky marshy mud...
are my doubts been cleared that i could reached the clearing before dusk...
I fear...
the forgotten legend come true... dragging me into the dark...
silencing me forever...
Right now, there is still time...
I lift my determined feet and tramp forward...

Leisurely Stroll...

The morning weather had been good... Neither too chilly nor too glaring... the wind blew a welcoming tune... My heart leaped... Why not a stroll in Domain...  the park where I had thrown to the back of my mind even when I lived near it... Now, it was further away, but it was indeed satisfying... I love peaceful strolls... the mornings here aren't too bad... I actually like sweating even back then, but the long half stroll half jog was not very good for my sweat gland to start functioning even after I had been walking for nearly two hours... The more delicate side of the park was hidden further down towards Lower Domain... I came to the end at Parnell but jogged back swiftly to the Cherryblossom Groves... and back through the main entrance near the hospital... It was a good one... previous visits had all but a rush, the touch and go type... people often jogged near the duck pond and winter garden... I ventured further... the forest walks were refreshing... It was amazing to be walking in a mini forest which is situated in the midst of a busy city... I won't call it a metropolitan.. It is less hectic as compared to the capital city of my country... I chose to take the Lovers Walk, as I've never been through that part yet.. the other route pointed towards Glade's Path (which I  had set my foot before).. I'm easily delighted by tiny bits which others consider as boring... My delight was that of the discovery of a  tiny waterfall which slaps the brownish - black stones with  its clear dancing water... it flowed into a merry little stream, the sound of simple joy... Along the walkways, fragrance from unknown flowers filled the air with a refreshing spur.. Birds such as the fantails hopped across my path occasionally... I was alone... it felt so good... being just with the nature...
I might do it again as days are carefreely passing by now... trees were like those which resemble the fairytales narration. Lovely blue bells drip down from their slender stalks.. echoing the hums of the bees within..

 

Dragons

Indulging myself in a very relaxing break after the hectic second year, I brought up all my yearning for a good reading session filled with my own thoughts and imagination. The city library do me good by having such a heavenly collection of books that I had set my eyes on so eagerly since I first learnt of its location. Yet, I could just swallow my cravings as assignment due dates and courseworks were burdening my head all the time.

Finally, my urge is being filled... I have frequented the library now that I had plenty of time to spare. Books of all sorts have I packed merrily in my usual  backpack meant for lectures, replacing the seemly dreaded text books... It felt lighter although I was carrying several bulky story books from the library... Funny ay... It was this particular book that touched my senses, stimulating them, waking them up or rather activating my almost dormant imagination which had been bogged down by continuous academic workload which were actually quite dry though interesting in another way... My imaginations started running wild... I had never felt this sort of enthusiasm for a very long time... It was a sort of awakening... A wave of sensational bliss within my still youthful heart. The title starts with the D word... although most people are now being dazzled by vampires' hot looks and narrations (pardon me Theva =P)... I continued to be amazed by how easily I fall for dragon-ish tales and trilogies... I am hooked... A must read book.. It is more of a mind developing duology (as the third book isn't out in the market yet)... The writer Robin Hobb has indeed presented the most wonderful narration... The descriptions were simple but they captured my senses and mind images to the utmost level... I had never imagined such a wonderful image of a story before...  I had finished the books 'Dragon Keeper' and 'Dragon Haven' in just two short days and is craving for more of the last sequel... The funny thing is, I ran all the way to the library immediately to get the second book after I finished the first one... It was that addictive...

Time like that are hard to come by, I doubt that after this long break, I would have such a relaxing period of contenplation when I move on to my third year...Life has not been as carefree as my childhood days, I bet everyone had felt the same way as I do... Books are the only gems which carry me back in time... Where the fantasies exist...



 

Farewells

Farewells are hard... It's the clingy feeling or attachment you have for people you care about... It is the feeling of not seeing them again to hang out and chill... The laughters that were shared, the topics that we converse about... All those were just real at those moments... Joy was also real at that moment... For now it there would be no more such privileges.. which had extended towards the frieindship we've built... It is short and brief  yet meaningful... These cherished moments... the very precious moments that would be blurred in life... as years washed them by... those would become fond thoughts which fed the energy into life...

The rising and descending of emotions

I often ponder about the reason where certain ages must be related to certain emotions... when it starts with single digits - pure happiness, when it starts with two digits with  number '1' as the start - you should not give in to emotions at all, when the digits start with '2' people started questioning whether the person had any emotions at all... Is there something wrong with the person's emotions? Why she never seem to have any special one around her... It is tiring to accommodate the inquiries... the chatters behind.... Can't I be who I am as I please? Can I not cherish just one special person, but everyone that I know and appreciate... I'm sick of being humiliated, questioned with weird looks... Yes, I am what I am, I know how to love, and love to be loved, but it is just that I couldn't just love a person... That special one is no where to be found yet... Can't i be left in isolation? don't I deserve to love someone i really love? the more i ponder the more i think that Romeo and Juliet love never exist in reality, it is just mere infatuations. What is there to love...? building fantasies out of reality doesn't work... the feeling is temporary... Love is never equal... From what I observe and reflect, love is just a one sided feeling... the other part is of giving in and infatuations... Pronouncing love, after years of looking at each other in the faces... there wouldn't be anything but responsibilities and commitments and continuing the species... Then, the role of love is over... It is not that I condemn this universal truth, it is just that because of this cycle, the species within the species speculate... some in frustration rebel, some remain silent and follow the cycle, some became the talk of the other so - called commoners.. Thinking hard isn't bad, thinking about lots of stuff isn't bad either... it makes me views things clearer instead of being knocked out or jumping in the bandwagon without further clarification... maybe I'll jump in the bandwagon too, but with a clearer mind... maybe I will not be jumping in at all... thus, becoming the talk of a small town... the twisted roots threaten to choke... hidden within the soils of the planet... once succeed..pull all the nutrients out of our body... as it is a mere entity to generate more entities...  

Southern Panorama

South island trip was very relaxing... It felt weird at first when there is nothing to worry about, nothing to be upset about, nothing to disappoint...
there was still enough snow for us to fool around.... both extreme weathers came together so summer-ish and yet so frosty... It was worth the trip... Waking up late in the mornings to a three - days non - stop rain showers... It was cold and hot at the same time minus the humidity... lips dried up fast... the road was sometimes a desert to my eye, or even a dessert with snow capped mountains that look like frosty pudding with whipped cream toppings... the fields were filled with yellow patches of flowers, I wonder whether they are buttercups... 
the lakes and waterfalls were amazing... our campervan cruised through the winding roads where sneak peeks could be seen of all the wonderful creeks, rapids and cute little one-way bridges where a full view of the valley or canyon could be seen... Arthur's Pass was amazing... You need not stop.. cause the roads are too winding... capturing glimpses of it from the car was great... Many a time, along the roads where small 'scenic view lookout' areas were spotted, old elderly couples were seen huddling cosily in their fold -able chairs, sipping hot coffee whilst they lost themselves with awe to the picturesque views residing so peacefully among the mountain range... It was a bliss... Would love to do that when I retire...( a not too long future)... I thank god for the chances that I had gotten... to see the lovelier side of god's creation... No ugliness, just tranquility and peace which could wash people's minds of any evil... Maybe it is the location... where nature are abundant, people have less evil thoughts... less misdeeds are committed... less complicated society... My thoughts may be old, but I yearned for this sort of lifestyle... No anxiety, no hidden meanings in life... just a straightforward life where people are happy because they are really happy and not because they will feel weird when they aren't happy... We want to be happy in so many ways, but the simplest way to be happy is to be in that state without realising it...
I thank god that I could meet people who were so kind in their hospitality... their warmth makes it feel like home.. the feeling of goodness itself is a home.. sleeping and cooking in a campervan was truly amazing... a hard to come by experience... I thank god for that too.. I am thankful that there are so many people around me who could guide me and protect me from the brutal reality... It is this wonderful blessing that I am grateful for...

To all who spam my shoutbox

I'm not worth spamming... What fun is it to spam my shout box? what benefit will you get? people live once and only once only, why bother to copy thoughts from strangers' lives? Isn't our own lives worth it enough to be copying other people's thoughts? to all these people.. get a life!!! Live your life well so that others will automatically flood your blog because of interest not because of tricks... I'm blogging in my own small world, with nothing to be ashamed, and nothing worth feeling embarrassed, i stand on my own two feet with my own pride, my own thoughts and my own principles... No one in the world is the same, besides what's the benefit of copying... it's just a mere delusion...

小感触。。。

小小保护层。。。保护自己。。。伤痕累累的自己。。。虽然无法接受。。。但必须。。。我一直想像美好的未来。。。我会踏上这条路吗？不能想象真情真的难找。。。想要保护朋友，却做不到。。。很想帮她一忙。。。她性灵脆弱，心中一定有不甘。。。社会难料。。。人生这么多遗憾，我们却慢慢长大了。。。生活圈圈的保护层渐渐容不下我们了，因为我们变成了保护层，许多事情，越要体会小快乐，自己割爆的伤越深。。。伤久了，痛变成习惯。。。痛得很快乐， 痛得迷失自己，痛得不再痛了。。。因为后来痛被误解成快乐。。。苦苦的快乐。。。美好的都成了过去。。。天真的，也都消失了。。。
理智保护不到快乐。。。因为快乐是属于天真的。。。人大了真的能快乐吗？
我自己也在怀疑自己期待已久的快乐，真的会有吗？因为许多人都在自造虚伪的幸福，幸福时他们真的幸福吗？他们为了幸福而努力自造幸福。。。电视里的幸福不可能在现实中出现，对吧？

Depressed...

there are times.. when i wished i remained at sea...
bubbles hiding me...
i wouldn't want to resurface ever again...
these are all scary dreams..
so much for my soul to bear...
i feel different...
my fins flapping silently...
stirring currents...

What are people?

People... Are they contraries? nope they are not abstracts to me... they have at least a body form...

Are they complicated? Yes, you may say they are... They were made out of trillion trillions of electrons and neutrons and protons which made up the whole texture of the form... It would be a supernova sort of structure, but more condensed per say...
The minds in them are more semi- abstract... there's the structure there, and there are mobile sub - electron particles traveling tirelessly all around the railway like structure in the brain lines...
Ask we grow, the particles speed so fast that they sometimes do not know why they travel at such high speed... As the worldly abstracts bind layers and layers upon them, lubricates the roads for them to spee through... they seemed happy... therefore, the happiness got trapped in... when excessive ones and going astray ones were also in, people wanted the happiness from various sources, they get uncontrollable, like roller coasters without breaks.... zipping through the mid air rail... rattling the metal bars, grilling the sparks which had unconsciously scarred and hurt the brain... they continued to zip pass everything, catching each and every tiny worldly particle to make themselves smoother in their rides... they couldn't separate the dark from the light, they do not believe that innocent soul should be created at all because they are dumb... they do not deserve to exist in this roller coaster world... the pleasure that are accumulated are too irresistible that innocence aren't allowed to ride it as it will spoil the fun....
Well, i thought fun was always the simplest things in life, not some high glamor delusions or some blind conformist's dreams... Well, that's hard to say some willingly embrace and throw themselves against it... blinding themselves further... thinking that by blinding themselves, they are getting smarter...
but what is smart? smart means nothing it can't be binded.. it should be carved... with every stroke slitting so neatly into place, they should be maintained too. the depth the speed, the way of slitting it, making a mark of in on the same wound... it takes more than that to bind it...
people, the creators of delusions and failures of delusion themselves... crawled around in dark caves covered in glowing moss that they see as the purest light...
Laughing away madly without the knowledge of the real world which is so pure outside... they create cocoons of what they called stylish reality... they wriggling bodies laugh in it never wanting to break through the threads of darkness to see light.. to see the birds chirping, on a breezy evening... to see nature in it's truest harmony... man bind man... and the binding grows... eating the space of the purest... covering the atmosphere with madness... and the madness grow wild... as many are infected... they were sent to the deepest hollows under the glowing moss... where they were pronounced mad by the less mad people who though that they are as sane as god... what good is nature? they saw from their cocoons that these are dying worthless nature, that dies and blooms once in a while... nothing remains... they want permanence... nobody wanted to die... dying is their greatest fear... so they wore cocoons around themselves, like butterflies who refuse to hatch... but only, their wings weren't of butterflies, but tattered clawing scales of falsehood... their wings were white and light as a dove's downy feathers... but the materials they used were scary, they were done by extracting the worst spores from the decaying glowing moss... they harness it to their backs, thinking that these will make them angels in the dark cocoon... for them, they called themselves fallen angels... which they weave stories about bringing hope in the cocoon.. the world out there dies, so do they... they say that, they die but their presence were there.. Weren't they.. shadows laughed in the corridors.. they clawed at the walls of webby cocoon... no, they could never go out...as shadows don't exist under the sun...
life of an innocent, of purest purity.. do they exist in the cocoons of reality?

Little bits that are yet to be revealed...

Life here is getting busier than ever with the exams nearing...  Although there wasn't as many trips as the previous semester, it was still great fun, drawing little delight from tiny events... First discovery, there are chicken chops sold in NZ...!!! Hahaha, I was so happy... I was so pleased... It was really tasty...

Chicken Chop in NZ!!!! Yeap, I asked for the one with rice set because it was worth the money...

this is panikeke... Do not be deceived by the ordinary looks... It could make people's stomachs very happy indeed...

oysters - slimy expensive sluggish mussels for the rich

Custard tart.. This was enormous... love the bakery across the road... they make wonders to their pastries especially their pies!!!

As for oysters, it was my first time trying them out too... Not to my liking though... it taste like squirting jelly which is very fishy and lemon-ish (cause of the lemon squeeze).. Well, some times, 'high class food' aren't really that fantastic for 'commoners' like me... Got a deal off the web which gives me a chance to savour high class buffet... food makes me happy... that would be the first n last...this restaurant isn't my type... Once in a while treat is also too much for an ordinary person like me...
I even had panikeke - Samoan pancake (round and chewy) which my Samoan friend had introduced me... It was good... Couldn't eat that much though because they are really filling...

Spring's going to be gone so soon...

That is why I capture so many little fluffy heads of spring's children... They nod gracefully to the rhythm of the wind... Chiming sweet smelling tunes which make the onlookers sense delightful spring dances of simple beauty... Pardon me as I do not own any professional camera which will portray their utmost beauty... but I am contented with what I regard as the images worthy of my safe keeping... These moments are always warm... When time comes where I would be looking back at this moment and thinking of the past self which had not let spring escape my hands... Though I could say that, I literally missed capturing winter in action as there isn't much weather changes in Auckland... No snowy carpets of white sprinkle or the fluffs which floated down from the sky in many other regions... Sigh... Maybe I'll go once to the colder regions next year, to get the feel of Mr Frost in his comfort zone...

Re- defining, re - reflecting...

I have realized that as time passes, I drifted afar... It is always so... There was the emptiness that I could not explain creeping up as frequently as possible... There was the time where I couldn't find myself, as I got lost deeper and deeper..unknowingly... There is no joy in joy itself... No anger so full of frustrations before.... Then, it struck me, I have grown apart from what I used to belief... from what I hold so dearly... I regretted my actions... I will not partake a single drop of delusion again though it is just a minor succumbing to temptations... Though it was without any consequences, though it was during the holidays months ago, though at the surface it was a harmless thought, a harmless action, though there are no apparent ill fate, I realised the ignorance that i should have not given in.. though it is mere wine tasting, I will seek to repent my misguided actions... I yearn the blissful peace I have... The forgotten chants... The prayers that I did every night are blurring into routines... They are without the mindfulness I once practice... I will, re-define myself again... To be mindful, to follow the Dharma once more... to re- define myself, to reflect my actions... I found a profound joy today as the discovery of a Buddhist circle tucked away in the midst of the hassle of desires and delusions... I will walk my way through... to my righteous path again... This time more mindful of my straying states...

Where it lies....

The calm blue charms...
the great Grey vessels.... the soothing clovers...
the diminutive alpines...
the flutter of soft canvas over the rims...
the wings of a shadow waving on the windowpanes...
it is sometimes not about controlling emotions...
it is the uncontrollable emotions, or the unwillingness to control, which makes it uncontrollable..?
it is natural, like hay in under the sun...
it dries... dampen by moisture, it rots... inedible by farm animals...
it is material, materials are temporary...
flesh is too, and so are emotions...
great forward leaps...
no matter how high you go, there is always the horizon to guide you...
so no matter what it is...
you always know where it lies...
tender and sweet, changeable brutal and harsh...
the path is always there waiting...

Spring... Lovely Dreamy days...

Spring.. the season of life and tales of life...of joy and contentment... of fantasy and moments worth cherishing... of dreams that are yet to be fulfill... Yet, spring would be the most unique season for me... it is breathing life, the flavorful spell casts over the green tufts so fluffy... bringing greens (grins) into every single creature alive... little finches.. I've always love them... their sand bathes are as warm as toast, their wings scoop gleefully into the sand sprinkling soft dust grains over their tiny round bodies, as I walked down the pavement to get to my classes everyday... Even during the cloudless mid-days, where sun breaks frost for several weeks now...  The most wonderful part is where faint scents of pretty soft petals dripping down from trees and bushes like fallen feathers from the sky... pink, white, yellow... I've yet to see blue though... they played in the wind rejoicing their previous moments dancing with all their might, as they knew...once, they settled down...their pretty frocks are never to be blown in the air ever again.. thus, the spring's ball goes on and on, as each little petal dance to their time, like descendants of Cinderella, dancing their minutes away... And once the clock striked.. the wind scattered them over the fields and oceans, leaving behind their dreams hanging in the air... the scent that we breathe in are their unfulfilled dreams... The scent of fantasy... the scent of bittersweet moments... the scent that will remain till time gathered it up and swept it higher into the air, and when rain drops come racing down, bringing them along, where the dreams once again were sucked up by tender roots of trees and shrubs.. where new young petals strive to live up to their ancestors' dreams as well as creating their own. the cycle goes on..that's why we dream of spring when we sleep through our deepest dreams... the scene brings peace over it...as we tucked away, smiling in our comfy beds...

Where?

Where are the elves, I couldn't find them among the valves...
Where are the willows, I couldn't hear them bellow...
Where, where is the magic that make me calm...
in the deep twisted root
The rainbow drop was soaked, drenched in cold sappy puddle,
the search.. where is it.. where is everything,
where is Me?
the soul that wonders~~
restless, under the morning stars...
the gem of violet valley...
from the top of the soft cherrie blossoms,
filled with humming bees,
mint droplets hang...
the world is so quiet,
when Me went missing~~
What is Me doing, i can feel it's aimless gaze, straight ahead into the northern sea...
puff eyed...

SA week

Admiring people is always the case, but being admired? nope, rarely or none at all i guess.... So i join this event held by my residence hall. It is a very popular one. Many joined. I was just being curious, and delighted to take up the chance to meet new people... It was great fun because you get to admire a person without letting him/her know you while you are being admired by another person whom you do not know. This is still going on as the whole event will end on Sunday. My admirer was sweet~~^^ This is what I get, though it isn't as posh as some of the other admirers, my admirer really puts in effort to 'admire' me. Some admirees did not even get anything, i guess their admirers were not bothered.. Well, why join if they are not bothered... Hmmm....

Admired? to admire?

I have just joined the secret admirers game held by my residence hall. It is fun doing things and garnering my imaginations to create things of happiness. And it is also pure bliss as i got lovely notes from my SA too... With lovely mini letters and sweetest quotes... He has put in quite a lot of effort i guess.. it is fun to explore this expects of university life.


the admirer bows,
with lovely vows,
that sending me the sweetest owls,
is a matter of the prettiest 'hows'

Hailing.... Inhaling the breathe of that minute...

Hail fell again today... They knocked at my window as they fall... A new way of greeting me in the morning... Every single bump is no flutter... They rapped.. like fallen beads on the pavement... rolled and tumbled down wishing that they would float in mid air... One of my friend comment 'ice droplets from sky'... I wonder whether they are pretty when they touch the ground... or smashed like glass pieces on a stone cold hindrance... or on heads or poor passerby with anxious faces...the gleam of some hail jumping off building cliffs, like peppermint rock sugar thrown from a children's fight... Leaves of the shady trees.. it must be hard for sudden chills and painful jabs rain down the misty lines from above... tearing all the hard woven veins which collects the pure tear droplets from the sky.. a sign of refusal from the sky, saying no.. you shouldn't collect my teardrops let it sink into the roots and bring life to you there... And there you will feel my presence... the sky in the soil...   

Sky... couldn't stay that long anyway...

Yeap, because humans are meant to be 'down to earth'...lolzzz... peek in through the imaginary birds' eye...
view... liliput's rainbow footprints all over the bluish garden patch...^^