Monday, November 12, 2012
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Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Blank Canvas – ባዶ ሸራ...!
When I was born
My life was like a blank canvas
Ready to be written on
Ready to be painted
Leaving my unique mark
And “my” Palm print all over the world..
I was like a blank canvass
So ready for mixed colors and sketches
Then, when I opened my eyes and have seen
Scribbles of others
I got scared not knowing where to begin.
Some warned me not to spoil my canvas
And just to wait until I have
The perfect life’s design
They warned me saying it is an abomination
It is a crime and sin
To attempt to paint the color that I have dreamed of
Because, they said, “it will look different than theirs”.
Others wanted to impose their design
And scrabble their babble on my canvas
As if I’m born to fit in their mold
As if I have no voice of my own.
Then I saw Picasso, Cézanne, Da Vinci,
I saw Rembrandt, Van Gough and Monet
And many others who have done masterpieces
Whose works resided in the pinnacle of creativity.
Noted I, that I was born to do – to keep painting…
Not to spare my canvas and die
Not to imitate others and fit in their mold
Not to fluctuate with the wave of criticism and cynicism.
But to paint curves, straight lines, crooked lines, ugly lines and pretty lines
I’m here to figure out my life’s foot print
And paint with red, violet, green or the color blue
As I traverse this maze of life while I learn and grow
Then I promise to paint on my canvas, not to spare an empty corner
Till my colors make sense to me
Till I learn to inspire another soul
To paint her own design, her own palm print, in her own canvas
In her time – before “her bell” rings with
Figure out your purpose, and live your own life, then you will be creating a masterpiece!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Confessed my friend, he was baptized with good thoughts
And all the goodness there is
No! It wasn’t some wishful thinking or day dreaming
But, he was calling the universe’s colossal power
Attracting by his intention
Of being great and doing great!
To empower the likes of him, humanity!
Criticized by critics,
With the mention of his ambition
He ducked the haters hate
Despite they go irate…
In any case,
my friend has chosen to ride the rocket
And shoot beyond the limiting earth sphere and
He chose to be baptized in the power
Way richer than the chronic lack
Surrounded the earth
And the distorted calamity.
My friend chose to prosper his soul
He vote prosperity
He chose to leave the philosophy to philosophers
And let them philosophize
… why people should dwell in poverty
Let them philosophize
…why the God of abundance has slumbered
But, he chose prosperity!
… and, when I stare at my friend in the mirror
I embraced full heartedly
With hunger in my soul, fire in my eyes
I too wanted to immerse
In the water deep - heart core of the universe
I too wanted to be baptized
I chose to live in abundance!
“…Abundance is not something we acquire. It is something we tune into…”
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
If I were to tell you
I’m squeezing my soul and dripping
Droplets of words...
I’m not littering the world
But, rather beautifying it
Speaking with love chords
And melodies and rainbow colors
Painting this canvas called life
As I pass through,
An observing traveler
Attempting to discern the real voice
With a clue
from the noise random
See ? in the past
discard the bad experiences
and my misdeed
At times, I was confused by their persona
At times refused to proceed!
Now ... my dear
When I hear a voice whispering,
“Come my love
let's run away. . .
then build our own world
from grains of sand and pieces of wood. . .
Come, let's run away. . . “
What am I to do –
Except to run away – and fly with you ...!
To the end of the world – to the end of time !
For genuine travelers of life...!
Pazion - 2012