Feb 23, 2009

the little knife's story

Once upon a time, in a cutlery tray there was a little knife with a sharp blade. As he grown up, his blade became sharper and sharper. The most sharp knife in the kitchen’s drawers. He could cut every. The wife was cutting the bread and it was her favorite knife while preparing the meals. And her husband, that knife was using for the maintenances in the house. That was the favorite knife of the boys too. They were sneaking in the kitchen, taking that knife from the drawer and going to their tree house to make stuffs.

The Knife was cutting and cutting and everybody was saying “What a sharp knife !!!” and the knife was cutting more and more. But after a long time it was more difficult to cut, needed more effort to do his job, and had to try harder and harder. The other knives and spoons and forks in the drawer was telling him. “Your blade is ill. You have to rest it for a while” but the knife couldn’t let down the wife and the husband and the boys. They will be disappointed, he thought and he was trying harder and harder to cut. Till the day the blade couldn’t cut anything. Even the toast bread .

I can’t cut anymore, he said to the house wife but she could hear him and forced him to the cut. And his husband when he took to fix some cords, he couldn’t here him too. I can’t not cut, the knife was telling him but the man was cutting and cutting.
At the nights, in the kitchens drawer, he retreated in a corner at the cutlery tray and crying about his blade.

I’m not a sharp knife anymore, he said. People won’t love me. I have nothing to offer and he started crying again.

( to be continued)

Feb 22, 2009

tick- tock

the clock-watchers
counting the ticks
one less.
counting the tocks
one less.

tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

joy goes bankrupted
and a train arrives at the platform
to travel me away
for that trip
Business or pleasure ?
The chit- chat lady asks
Joy or pressure ?
She ask again.
tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
The clock-watchers keep counting
tick-tock, one less
tick-tock , one less
business or pleasure ?
joy or pressure ?
i ask her back.
tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

Feb 21, 2009


Magic city into a soap bubble
a needle is hold up by an idle hand
will open the way if the bubble brakes
or the magic city is just an illusion ?

Feb 19, 2009

First draft

I send the first draft of the fairy tale I have to write. Waiting for the instructor’s feedback now. In the meantime I’m doing some corrections I think I should do and finish some incomplete parts. But the first draft is ready.

In painting, I was told , the first thing you should do is just draw a colored shape of the pbject you want to put on the canvas. No details etc, just a shape. And then work with the shades to help the object come out.

I guess I can use that tip in writing too.

We will see…


Feb 17, 2009


Still days
Learning to master
Tools and Rules
What is right and what is wrong
Ideas , words
Shades , colors
Pens , brushes
and a huge blank paper
In front of me.
Still days

Feb 6, 2009


It’s been one year since my first blog entry. I signed Blogger, without thinking a lot because if I had ponder on that a lot about my writing skills or the worth of the things I wanted to write about , I wouldn’t have done it.

A good friend was telling me “keep writing” and after a long time , or when it was the right time I thought to five it a try. So I started writing what I was overhearing from the talks between the horse and the moon.

This blog , has become an important part of me. It feels home, I tried to make it home and I have a great time here.

And today I open my home, to share with you, a glass of wine and to tell you a big “Thank you”

Thank you for riding with me.

Feb 5, 2009

my friend

Originally uploaded by {oRiLiLy}

Talked to my very closed friend today. In the past we talked almost everyday but now not that often. Last time we talked was the new years day. Her life has change with a baby in her family and me, going through a asocial phase. Even we don’t meet or talk that often, I fell we are closer than ever. I told her that I need to re-invent my own space and choose how to fill it. She told me that she understands. She does.

One of those days, we are going to meet. I miss her a lot and she miss me too but we feel closer than ever.

That’s good, isn’t it ?