With a grain of salt..

With the whites and blacks, let the greys origin.

With the hollows and flat, let the plates merge in.

With the whisper and noise, let the silence say.

With the snow and fog, let the clouds rain.

With the depths and highs, let the plains await.

With the impulse and values, let the wise dominate.

With the myths and evidence, let the imagination abide.

With the intention and action, let the integrity play.

With the truth and false, let the perception embrace.

With the love and hate, let the peace create.

With a grain of salt, let the lives stay.

 

The SUN

I have seen the sun, the sun melting amidst the clouds, the clouds waving with the wind.

I have witnessed the wind washing the sea, the sea playing with the coast.

I have been on the coast nurturing memories, the memories bringing smile.

I have felt the smile crossing the tears, the tears rolling down on the face.

I have observed faces humming the songs, the songs quietly telling their hidden stories.

I have heard the stories of beauty and pain, the pain igniting the light within.

I have speculated the light growing brighter than the night, the night welcoming the sun rise.

I have become the sun, the sun melting amidst the clouds…