Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Beyond her............55 words story.....
She looked at the tranquil sea from the balcony of her apartment, softly playing her guitar.
“Ruhani, get on with your studies. Your friends are doing very well and all you ever do is to sit there and strum your guitar.”
She stopped playing and emptying her mind of all thoughts, she jumped down.