Frozen moments

Moments frozen in time 

As if captured in a photographers frame 

Thought- provoking 

Soul - searching 

Moments 

in which Time itself seems to stop 

Locking eyes with a seeming stranger 

Only to discover a friendship of a lifetime 

A Love Eternal? 

Endless long bus rides 

silence between the splash of raindrops 

falling on the windows 

Flashes of thunder and roars of lightening 

Sounds of windshield wipers creaking 

clearing away the old and making room for new 

Sparkling moments 

People glancing at each other and then looking away 

smiling and yet 

lost in private reveries 

with melodious musical scores 

Cool breezes 

Lifting listless hair and Spirits 

whistling around and between 

buildings juxtaposed 

soothing burned hearts 

refreshing Moments 

Sounds of laughter 

high-pitched, rumbling, squeals 

Silence of warms hugs 

bodies melting into each other 

Radiating smiles 

Crooked, perfect, gap-toothed, coffee-stained

Lifting dimpled cheeks and showing glimmering teeth

pure Happiness 

gentle sounds of Footsteps echoing 

On blades of grass 

on empty expanses of tar-black road 

Going Home 

Love's Paradox

They say Love is blind 

As if Love were a person 

When in truth it's an intangible emotion 

Shared between two people 

Lovers 

Fathers and daughters

Mothers and Sons 

Husbands and Wives 

God and Human, which may be the only True Perfect Love 

Ah, but if Love were blind then how is it that two people can happily stay together their whole lives? 

At some point along the journey their eyes open and they see the other for who the other truly is 

Still in love and still loving 

If Love were blind, why do some families stay knitted together? 

Through turbulence, turmoil, and so much more 

It must be more than just blood 

Could it be that invisible bond called 

Love 

That gently wraps around, softening every harsh word and dulling every pain? 

And what of friendship? 

Two distinct beings drawn together by not just an interest or a hobby 

Could it not be a simple, pure Love 

Often disguised as 'friendship'? 

They say Love comes softly 

Yes 

And sometimes Love happens In a blinding rush 

A maddening haste 

Who can tell which is the better? 

They say love is a bed of roses 

With a tender sweet fragrance 

But amidst the roses lie the thorns 

Might that be what makes Love worthwhile ? 

They say that Love brings pain 

The paradox of Life itself 

It is only when we are in pain that we fully comprehend Joy 

The pain points us to Joy 

And such Joy 

Unspeakable 

If Love were a parody of Life itself

Could we not then equate Love to Life?

And further still

That Love is the very essence of Life

Without which we could do nothing, have nothing, even Be nothing? 

Perhaps then they are synonymous after all 

Love being Life and 

Life being Love 

Shining eyes

What makes your eyes shine? 

What sets them aflame ? 

What causes those twin jewels to sparkle? 

Lighting up your life

Showering radiance on the world around you. 

Summer days 

Easy, breezy they say 

Languishing carelessly on the grass 

Picnic baskets strewn 

Sticky sweet fingers 

Hair blown asunder 

Clothes in disarray 

Doesn't really matter 

Your eyes shine 

Autumn glows 

Blazing glorious colors

Reds, Yellows, golds 

Tramping through forests 

Hands clasped together 

Nose twitching in anticipation

Of spicy smells 

Awaiting ecstasy of more golden moments 

A shine in your eyes 

Rain 

refreshing, cooling 

Chilling, freezing, drenching

Outlines of bodies huddling together under shelters 

Clothes sticking to skin 

Sending sweet shivers rushing 

Scalding tea burning 

Steam rising from roadsides as traffic stops 

Mingling sounds of people chattering and horns beeping 

Running through puddles

Knee- deep, waist high

Children sailing paper-made boats 

Laughing at the water streaming down their faces 

Laughing at the adults squinting in the rain 

Clapping, Splashing 

Childhood innocence 

Leaving shining eyes. 

Random Love

To wake with your name on my lips and inscribed on my heart

To fall asleep night after night dreaming 

Of two bright stars 

Always together

Never apart 

Dreaming 

Of a world in which there are no good-byes 

A world that celebrates Love and where there is no pain 

No harsh words, 

Only lingering sighs of happiness and tears of joy 

To lie in the safe shelter of your arms 

And see our reflections in each others eyes 

mirrors reflecting each other's souls. 

Where each of our breaths merge into One 

And mist the glass of our hearts 

Fragile glass 

Fragile hearts 

Glass hearts that burn and melt in the heat of loves passion

Molten power that surges like a tide 

Yet cools at the coolness of night 

Filled with the fragrance of Love replete 

An ode to punctuation.

To tell you the truth I was a little torn on how I could title this blog. After all labels make a difference right? I remember writing composition and essays in school based on pre-chosen topics. Not all of them were to my liking; but then again neither was the whole experience of being in school. The only reason kids really 'like' (no this is not the Facebook 'like') is for almost all other reasons except for the very seemingly obvious reason- to study. But I digress- which was in fact one of my challenges in writing an essay- I invariably digressed. 

So back to labels and how I could have titled this blog: Periods, commas, and exclamations? Or "the mark of a punctuation?" Maybe it doesn't really matter as long as my message gets through. What message you might ask? 

I'm glad you asked. I want to answer this by sharing with you one of my recent tutoring experiences. I was tutoring a young girl and doing my best to drill into her the fundamentals of the English Language. A fairly daunting task actually because the English language contains almost as many exceptions to the rule as there are rules. One of the areas we covered was that of punctuation marks; when we use a comma, or why we need to use a semi-colon, and so on. 

As always being the overly contemplative person that I am, I tried to extend this metaphor of 'punctuation marks' to life, and to the situations we face everyday. If we had to describe a certain situation, or even a person that we found challenging- what kind of punctuation mark would we use? A comma? A full-stop? An exclamation mark? Or a hyphen? To me a comma represents a pause, like taking a breather. We encounter a situation that we find trying and sometimes we need to insert a comma somewhere in the midst of it. To pause and just breathe. A full-stop could mean that we're done with one phase of life and we're ready to move on into another. An exclamation mark shouts success! at accomplishing something that we may not have thought possible before. And perhaps a hyphen means we're undergoing transition. 

These are all just my opinions of course. To someone else the very same punctuation marks could very well mean something entirely different and opposite even. Honestly it doesn't matter. What does matter is how we choose to punctuate our life everyday; with question marks or exclamation marks? We decide how we write and punctuate the composition of our life. 

Esther @ www.soakupinfo.com/Esther