Saturday, January 23, 2010

Words from Lamiss


There hasn’t passed a day without having her in my thoughts or my eyes. It has been a life time, and her present times answer all the questions that have carried her beyond solving any problem in her past.
I still can’t realize “how would she be still dreaming?“
Sleeping on the sofa, with her black shiny hair smoothly holding on her rosy cheeks, and her hands grapping her body, I can’t resist invading her rest nap by kissing her head and rubbing her shoulders. I can always see her as a child. She is the sensitive girl who dreams to have a perfect world of happiness. So she didn’t wait to start drawing herself with that pinky smiley face, dancing and dancing in a spring warm day, among the green trees of the nature's singing band. The birds were the main singers, the leaves and the water brook where the chorus, flowers and grass were also dancers swinging along with the soft breeze.
One day she decided to fill the picture with other companions, one by one, but the picture started to weigh more, and couldn’t handle the overload, it started melting slowly. She couldn’t hear the lyrics anymore, she can’t feel the breeze, and she felt choking. She screamed for a help but the place was so crowdy for a long time that no one could hear her suffocation. The summer came with its hot days turning the green into reddish yellow, the water into sand and all the birds were silenced. With autumn coming, no leaves hang still, all birds had decided to leave and even with everyone still there she had no strength to shout for a help any more. She left herself to the wind of cruel judgments of dirty jury and a judge who wasn’t able but to rule. She was calling for her last claim to restore back her perfect word. In a big swirling sink she was drowning, and sometimes kicked by different edges where her mistake was only asking to be heard. In autumn she had given her last breath. But her faith in her world was strong enough to push the universe to save her soul. Winter came to hold her tight with his white, cold and strong wind. That wind took the cover off every one’s body in the picture, and made every one shake naked with coldness and regret. Until everyone kneeled down to finally listen clearly what that young lady wanted to say. The nature has decided to end all wars in that lovely garden, and plant peace everywhere.
Living 50 years in that place she had finally decided not to leave for a second, redrawing the picture again with every person in it, every plant and drop of water. She is a queen now crowned by her pride of a family that she made with all her tears to prove the existence of a perfect world of love and forgiveness.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

To BeTina

I wonder if you were in the room of my thoughts when I was asking God to help them. I was desperately asking when I myself couldn’t.
I always believed in your kindness, I didn’t need a proof and you showed me the meaning of giving. You feel so humble, but your spirit is so proud.
Yesterday you planted a tree in the desert of selfishness. You watered it with your genuine smile. You thought of them when others were busy drinking from the cup of ignorance.
I thank you on behalf of them and they send you a warm regard made of a mother’s prayer, a daughter’s smile and a son’s appreciation.
Thanks because you gave from your heart