Friday, May 30, 2014

EVERYDAY

The morning dewdrops reflected the blue sky and the brilliant sun,
Whose warmth and brightness penetrated through clustered clouds.
Birds prepared themselves for the first concert of the day,
As more adorable and lively creatures stirred, stretched, and emerged from their shelters.
People were energized with optimism and excitement of a brand new beginning.
Each of them dressed slightly different, and went on varying paths that led them to their professions,
And the city was once again filled with sounds and movement,
That were signs of hard work and dedication.

As the sun slowly descended along the sloping mountains,
People looked out from the window to enjoy the picturesque landscape under colors of red and yellow,
And were satisfied with another fulfilling day concluded with a grand period.
The thoroughfare was packed with passengers longing for the warmth and tenderness of homes.

Attractive aroma of dishes,
And Infectious laughter,
Made up the merry atmosphere of a family reunion.
The moon,
Dangling from the sky above,
Radiating out its pure light…

A typical, normal day…
A beautiful, heartwarming day…
Treasure every moment of your life,
For once it passes,
You will forever lose that split second,
That’s full of memories and yearning.


Dream


Dream is the foundation of a magnificent skyscraper,
Supporting all exciting activities that happen inside.
It is the inspiration that creates a wondrous landmark,
And the fierce desire that strives for better and higher.
Everyone takes the buildings stability for granted,
Yet without the base, the building would only have been a pile of bricks,
That give in to their fate and never dream about reaching the sky.

Dream is an invisible hand,
Its fingers propel us forward with enthusiasm and strength.
Its palm supports and protects us,
Offering us a safe harbor that is far away from the abyss of depression and hopelessness.
Because of its invisibility,
We never even realize its existence until we are trapped inside darkness,
And crave for sparkles of light that would lead us through difficult times.
The light is dream, inextinguishable and blazing.

Dream is a ships sail,
Without it we would lose direction and neglect the objective of our life.
Devastated by the unknown future
Or too vain and arrogant about achievement in the present.

Dreams are wings that empower us to fly over landscape of Imaginations.
All we need to live a life full of exciting dreams
Is to have the courage to dream.




Eerie Elegance

Many hold their breaths to adoreAn elegant medieval painting
Created by careful brush strokes and vivid colours,
In the eerie corridor of a grand castle.


The Race

So much depends upon
the finish line of the race,
moistened by athletes' sweats and unwavering faiths,
Underneath footprints of hardwork and persistence. 

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Your Eyes...

Your crystal blue eyes,
Are like the bright stars on a dark and chilly night,
So bright, so dazzling.
Like the marble that children play with at school,
Like the diamond that shines on the flawless skin of a princess.
Like the scorching flames of an eruptive volcano,
Like the calming waters of a morning sea,
Pure and attractive.
Like the valuable china treasured by everyone,
Like the gleaming jade on a desirable bracelet.

Fragile, delicate yet splendid.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

To Mom,

Mom,
A word of love and attachment.
A kind, compassionate, and caring individual.
A selfless woman, who places her family’s needs before anything. 

1998, April.
Mom gazed at her baby. An angel in her eyes. 
She hugged her closely. 
It was the best present she had ever received.
She vowed to care for her, the apple of her eye, in every way possible.

2004, September.
The little girl started her first day of school.
Helping her put on uniforms, brushing her hair, reminding her to be respectful to teachers.
Mom stood looking at the girl taking unsteady yet exciting steps towards the school.
Mom was worried, but also very very proud and happy.

2014, April.
The little girls has grown up. 
She has turned sixteen. 
Mom comforts her when she encounters failure, encouraging her to never give up.
Mom lets her choose what she wants to do, 
Mom cares not  only about grades,
Mom wants the girl to pursue her dream with bravery, confidence, and happiness.
Because Mom knows,
“the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”

2014, May
The girl hugged Mom and whispered in her ears,
“Happy Mother’s Day”

A bring smile was on Mom’s face.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Rest in Peace, My Friend (Obituary of London Times)

Rest in Peace  

In memorial of my best friend, Ben       

           
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          Ben and I have been close friends for as long as I can remember. We grew up at a time when deviations roamed our land. Some of the mutations that dotted our landscape in the old days were so appalling and strange that young people today would never have believed their existence. Purple corns, green wheat, and cows with pink patches occupied almost all open space. Our grandparents, upon knowing that a human race with various kinds of deviations would only hinder the society’s development, put in some efforts to try to create a pure human race. What they had done I cannot say, but it was evident that whatever that they had put into action had not been effective. Creatures that looked like humans but with frightfully long arms, or hideous-looking legs still walked on Earth.
            As mischievous and curious children, we often explored the wilderness, even though we were often told by adults to keep away from the Wild. Ben and I spent much of our childhood time fishing and hunting. We had encountered quite a few animals with deviations in the bushes, but all of them were tiny and harmless, so we were never on our guard while we were playing in the Wild. Many summer days of adventure and excitement passed by peacefully, until one afternoon when Ben and I, for the first time, came face-to-face with a humongous and dreadful animal. It was the most horrid-looking animal I had ever seen, one of those ferocious beasts that frequently appeared in my nightmares. The creature had eyes of a wild cat, and it seemed to have starved for as long as it could remember. Its hunger for flesh, thirst for blood, and desire for violence and cruelty were seen through its pair of vicious eyes. The awful creature was as big as a lion, its nightmarish blue pelt glistening in the sunlight. Its claws were like the talons of hawks, but were all so distorted that some would not have believed that they were claws. When I first saw the creature, my first instinct had been to run away. But Ben, always been the more courageous one, suggested that we would fight. It turned out that we were indeed not strong enough for such a tough creature. While we were scrambling away for our lives, Ben got bitten on the right leg. Because the monster had poisons in its teeth, Ben’s right leg was forever paralyzed.
            That incident has always been one of my worst nightmares. However, to Ben, that accident was enlightenment. His useless right leg did not extinguish his hope for life; the incident provoked a greater desire in Ben to help those who were like him--the countless innocent citizens who suffered because of terrible deviations haunting their land. He started to seek opportunities from church. With intelligence and hard work, Ben soon began his career as a preacher.  He interpreted the Bible and the Repentances for others with clarity and passion. Instead of reciting everything out loud in a monotonous tone, Ben moved everyone with his confidence and dedication. He educated people about the true image, and created many Purity laws. He was also a great model for everyone in his town. Many of those who had doubted his faith in the past were astonished and speechless when Ben killed his own son after discovering that the newborn baby had six fingers on each hand. Ben told me later on, “People think that I don’t care about my baby, but they are wrong. When I kill my son with my own hands, it really hurts. It’s like stabbing my heart with a knife; blood drips everywhere. But what else is to be done? If we were to fight the devils, we need strong hearts. Hearts made of steel.”  In spite of sufferings that he had been through, Ben still firmly believed that in order to fight Tribulation and the Devil, we would need to be willing to sacrifice for a greater good, and to work consistently with a purpose in mind in spite of obstacles and challenges. He encouraged people to stay strong because only with powerful hearts and perseverance were us as a human race able to suppress the evil forces of deviations.

            I already missed his friendship, but I also understood that after 88 years of noble service to his people, it was time for him to rest in peace. Ben was never proud or vain. Everything he did was not for him, but for the well being of the entire community. His death was like a bolt of lightning that struck my heart and paralyzed me with grief and sorrow, but my loss was nothing at all compared to the loss of our community. Innumerable people have, since the moment that they were born, depended on Ben for guidance. Ben, my good old friend, is the dim light that led us during times of eternal darkness, away from Tribulation, and towards a brighter future.