Unwritten

Familiarity is its' own comfort.

Too few and far in between... 'tis the fuel that keeps the fire steadily burning.

All is fair in love and in war COVID-19.

COVID-19 may very well be the decades' greatest catalyst for global change.

"Call the world, if you please,
"the vale of Soul-making".
Then you will find out the use
of the world."

-J. Keats

What was old is new and what is new is new...

“O aching time! O moments big as years!
All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth"

- John Keats

I wish I can bottle time. Why? So I will not run out of it. Time used is always time lost.

Hindsight is always 2020 they say. Question is, will i have the foresight this 2020 to secure a better tomorrow...

“My restless spirit never could endure

To brood so long upon one luxury,
Unless it did, though fearfully espy
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.”

- John Keats

"Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,

And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?"

-John Keats

An excerpt from "Ode on a Grecian Urn"

by John Keats

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness!
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? what maidens loath?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Suddenly, like a flash of lightning out of the blue... I miss you.

ON A DREAM

By John Keats

As Hermes once took to his feathers light,

When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon’d and slept,

So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright

So play’d, so charm’d, so conquer’d, so bereft

The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes;

And seeing it asleep, so fled away,

Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies,

Nor unto Tempe where Jove griev’d that day;

But to that second circle of sad Hell,

Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw

Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell

Their sorrows—pale were the sweet lips I saw,

Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form

I floated with, about that melancholy storm.

A billion possibilities can never compare to a single reality. In my dreams, you remain...

In my book of real-life super heroes, the most awesome one spells M-O-M. No amount of Thank you's can ever be enough.

Happy mothers' Day to my mom and all the super mom's out there in the world!

When you write someone's name on your heart, along with the immeasurable joy, expect it to bleed and expect it to hurt.

For better or for worse, I can't help but agree. After all, Everything is fair in Love and war.

When people fall in love- it changes them.

These random thoughts ain't random anymore. I feel an affliction setting in.

Turning the page...And end to a chapter or a start of a new one.

Be open for change and don't be afraid of it as change is the only constant thing in this world.

Determined!

A young sweet blue-eyed Australian..... Shepherd puppy

Apprehensive

Acknowledged