Feb 23, 2009
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
counting the ticks
counting the tocks
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.
The clock-watchers keep counting
Feb 21, 2009
Feb 19, 2009
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
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
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 ?