THE TALENT

It’s just a matter of time

What is a matter of time?

The ting that goes on

and never ends?

In a matter of time

You see a sapling turn to a great big tree.

You see an egg hatch into a bird, chirping on that tree.

It’s only a matter of time- and,

you’ll see a million of changes around.

Your shoe doesn’t seems to fit you any long.

In a matter of time,

you start smiling

after when you were crying.

The world keeps changing around.

The period when you were a child has gone and

now you are young and much strong.

And you soon, realize, it’s just a matter of TIME...

-Vaishnavi Singh

Written by me. I just wrote that previous topic, to compliment this poem.

Big Rich Old Man’s Status

In a small town named Poovar, there once lived a man called John Franklin. He was absolutely humble. He was a hard working man. He lived with his wife and two sons. He loved to work, and made enough money to feed himself and his family and he always went on vacations with them. He was really gentle to all his fellows and helped if somebody asked him to. His boss Mr. Kanata was also very happy with him and his work, as he completed all his work and did some more and was very quiet. He was a person who minded his own business. Slowly, John got promotions and now he was a really busy man. He got more load of work and he started working overtime. He went early, when everyone was asleep and came late when everyone was already sleeping calmly in their cozy beds. During this time his children going to school and young, he changed. John changed from a person very calm and who loved his family to a person who loved the loud harsh sounds of machines and who loved to work overtime to make some extra money. He got so busy that he forgot that even has a family. He worked tirelessly, thinking to make a good amount of money that he can save for his two sons. He got old and soon at his death bed he made his will giving his property equally to his wife and sons. The day came of his funeral and he was to be buried in a peaceful graveyard. There were few people, his wife and sons, his few fellow friends and the priest of course. Their he laid peacefully thinking that all he did was for his sons. John after he died remembered his wife and children the most and decided to go back to them. He went to his house and saw that his wife was now happily married to one of his friends who was a widower himself and both of his sons were using his money carelessly and did not speak good of their father. One of his sons said, “Happy he died! He at least left us with some money, because all his life he was too busy for us. No wonder mother married again.” he said half happily and half sadly. John’s spirit heard this and he was thrown in his past life flashbacks all he could recall was memories where he was working after some time he came across one frame where he was sitting with his wife and sons and was happy. He was young and was playing ludo with his family, intentionally losing to his sons. He thought what he had become. A man who feared to lose and was angry if he did lose. He was now guilty and thought that how he has wasted his life making money for his children and his wife but never cared for them. Never spent enough time with them. John’s spirit was too sad, it went back to it’s grave and just hoped that in another life, he should learn his priorities first.

Sad but true.

When "Me" meets "Myself"

After a long day of hard work/study, when you return to a place where you are all alone. You remember that some "Me" was all this time, waiting to see you home. You are sorry, for how you left the most important person to you,"Me" all alone. You get fresh and knock on the door which opens your way, just to yourself. It not even takes a second, that the door opens, and it's none other than "Me" standing. Tears fall, when you apologise for how you both left each other alone for so long. You realise that there was some "Me" waiting for "Myself" all this time.They both touch each other, too happy to see each other and combine, because they were always destined to be one. You then do what you like, whether it's gazing at the stars all night, or it's painting that something you like.

It's just like some "Magic" happens when they both meet. And I am really lucky to realise before it's too late, that "Myself" can never live without "Me".

It's more of a blessing to realise that the most important person to you will always be "you" before it's too late, because then you'd be ashamed for how you ignored each other for so long.

If it is the only option, it also is the only way out.

If you jumped to be protected you'll be protected. If you jumped to sacrifice for others, you might live, as it was done with good intentions. Just believe.

The feminine urge to impress the ghost of Oscar Wilde.

Not mine.

I started Puppet History recently, so have a drawing of The Professor despite the fandom probably being dead