Sense and Souls

Sometimes, I surprise myself. Like the other day I was watering my plants and could not stop my own tears that rolled down without giving me any inkling of it. It had been a dry spell of months without a single drop of rain. My plants were dying. It made my heart sink a little and even before I could realize, the tears came down. And tonight I am crying again, as it's a heavy downpour. My plants won't have to die. They are my plants even though I didn't bring them. They have been here much before I moved in. The previous tenants had planted them years ago, I'm told by the owner of the house I live in. They were dying out of water. I would water them every second or third day. I could so strongly feel their pain. The dry and peeled-off skins from the water-apple tree carried wrinkles of love it once boasted so proudly. The lush green was long gone turning into neglected and abandoned grey, even charred remains at certain parts of its branches due to scorching heat for da...

He was there, there to protect the nation whose folks were busy celebrating love here. His eyes were surveying the border while his arms guarding the beats and blood of a troop of soldiers. The evening was great and warm when a blast rifted apart those vigilant eyes; beats were stopped, blood spilled and gushed. A picture of a newborn with a woman rested on his chest quietly. He was there. Will be. Forever.

They say shooting with words is much and far harsher than attacking with bullets. Those bitter words, especially from the loved and trusted ones, can kill more than poison can at times. But I guess I began to admire bitter words much earlier as I took each one with pride and promises to shine my own life. I do remember some of those words with a vision crystal clear. They do pop up at times, only to remind me of how strong and competent they have prepared me with time. The first few ones came by as shocking surprises to me. I was told on a cold winter morning "Let's take a break" for no reason I could see then. And that "I don't feel anything like love for you" came to shoot me right in the eye of the heart without any prior notice of a fight, not even a tiff. And I never questioned nor complained but walked out quietly of that unknown self-imposed storm. The next shock was greater than that when I was pushed into yet another spell of bitter words. ...