I Am So Glad I Met You | Mónika Tóth
dedicated to my nice Romanian friend Vasile
I am so glad I met you
You are my inspiration directing me each day.
I am glad I have a friend like you to make my life complete.
dedicated to my nice Romanian friend Vasile
I am so glad I met you
You are my inspiration directing me each day.
I am glad I have a friend like you to make my life complete.
Reaching high
The sky is our limit
Reach the stars
No matter
Beyond the great milky way
The next universe
Worries worries in our life
Just like soul in our body
We want the solution of all worries
But
Our soul is different
She said
Nothing can kill me except me
By seeing the attitude of soul
Worry started copying soul’s attitude
And said also very proudly
No body can kill me except you
Worry is fond to kill herself
But mind and heart love her a lot
Love makes her stronger
Wahi mein soch ri thi
Why worry is becoming so famous day day
No body wants to keep worry
But she comes bcoz everyone is in hurry
Hurry makes us annoyance and impatience too
Hurry, annoyance l, frustration are friends of worry
But
Worry wants to kill them and wants to be happy
Kill worry and make your soul happy
Otherwise your soul will kill you
Be sunshine
Keep relex, open the door and let worry go to her home
Don’t be owner of worry “nahi to” worry will be owner of your mind.
extend your arms
please!!!
reach for me
for i’m unable to move- paralyzed in the medium
People as ‘time ticking bombs’
Destroying the sanity of people
Or even leading them earlier to their tombs,
Making a mess of life, like a mass of rubble.
Guarantee of love,
Next to impossible.
Live without love
Not conceivable.
Sail on high winds?
Love has ups and downs,
And, though blowing away the mind,
Resort to therapy to calm down.
Therapy, what therapy?
When with tormenting rejection you are crossed?
Will anything else make you happy?
When the brain is tempest tossed?
Well, love is a roller coaster.
Who can doubt it
Though it can become your destiny’s master?
So, the ride is what you make of it.
I matter as an absolute
with no name or title
I am tangible and visible
connected by sense/feeling
I am on life’s continuum
a tactical thread in the fabric
I am because I am because
I need no explanation
Mid-night drummer
A nervous laugh
Soprano in plush voice
Robust baritone
Burst of cluster chords
Sputtered quavers
Percussive sound
Cluster chords
River flowing
Musical odessey
Repeated notes
A gossamer touch
Rhythm of love
Resonate endlessly.
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Winter Becoming Spring Again
Storm patterns change
when winter turns to spring
when Arctic fronts
leave ice and snow behind
and an atmospheric river drains
the tropics over land,
bringing winds and thunderstorms ashore
creeping up the mountain slopes
until high altitude
remakes the rain as snow
piling deep on frozen ground
awaiting sunshine soaking in,
transforming ice to snowmelt flowing
downslope once again
to burnt-off canyon hillsides
blooming where the fires raged
when fearful drought
from global warming,
became these lowlands burning
decades of annual growth recycled
reborn now in floods and mudslides
crushing toward the sea again,
where surf rebounds
from rocky shorelines
rising above the ocean’s heatsink
bringing balance to the country
while storing new cyclonic furies
in deep blue icy waters–
next year’s winter storms upwelling
from the past, the winter dying,
remaking this, our home, again
in patterns drawn from humankind’s
neglectful depredations.
I wonder who am I,
For what I’m here,
What is sake of my life,
For what I’m taking this time,
I work for my,
Wherever I’m there,
I’m here to thrive,
Away from luxury & lime,
People may think me a loser,
Because I can’t please them,
I work for my choice,
Who cares for such people,
I’m made winner,
Because my work is not same,
By doing that I always rejoice,
Loving to do it ample,
Who am I?
I’m a champion,
A champion of myself,
Who lives always selfless.
The red of the clouds, blue of the waters
The yellow of the sun, green of the trees
All blend into a shade
On which my eyes freeze
The sun witnessing the scene
Barely wants to set
It wants to delay the sundown
And get trapped in the debt
Of beauty and serenity
Its eyes ever met