Blogging · Me myself and I · Opinion · Thoughts

Puzzled…

. As you might have read, or heard on the news today, Iran’s leaders have voted in (with 227 parliament members’ signatures of a possibility of 290) a law allowing authorities to execute the imprisoned protesters, because these rebels need a ”hard lesson”. As a result of that, something close to 15,000 people will probably…… Continue reading Puzzled…

Blogging · poetry · Second chance · Thoughts

No use… (April 30th FFF)

I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading No use… (April 30th FFF)

Blogging · Me myself and I · poetry · Thoughts

White flag…

Your fingerprints Have left inerasable Stains on my heart… And when people Notice, I tell them They are the scars Of a battle, That no one won And Nobody lost… And still, I Silently hope For that white flag…

Blogging · Fiction · short · Thoughts

Unwritten…

    They say history gets written by the winners… Well, looking back, I still have this unsteady flame of hope burning, and I silently pray to see that white flag, flying like a dove. This war, between us, was a mistake from day one. You didn’t win this, nor did I. So who’ll write…… Continue reading Unwritten…

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No use…

  ”It is no use, Don’t bother”, she said Already blurry Wrapped in the evening Fog Dodging every bullet With the grace of her Unconditional forgiveness. Love bled on her lips A crimson kiss For the haunted… ”It is no use, Not anymore”, she said. If even the wisest could Ignore the white flags Knotted…… Continue reading No use…

Blogging · Fiction · stories

Twenty fifth…

  Watching out of the window, she couldn’t pronounce “Christmas”… Having slept merely a couple of hours, still having the night before’s conversation with Mother across the throat, yet another reality too hard to stomach for a holiday morning… She wanted to raise a white flag. But when she looked outside, her sight blurred. With…… Continue reading Twenty fifth…