Posted by: Ajapa on: August 17, 2009
I’m on a highway bus, its rains.
The windshield wipers,
they sway back and forth,
wipe away drops of rain
that shine like crystals
on the windshield,
new raindrops fall.
Life is the same.
Memories rain in the heart,
the pendulum of time
sways back and forth
to wipe away your image
from my heart.
A new image forms,
I forget how you look.
Posted by: Ajapa on: July 6, 2009
My classmates and friends were doing this on facebook… I thought I’d do it here instead. I thought it would be different but similar to several of my previous posts.
Big Dreams small dreams and other dreams
For purely self interest
Uniquely me
Certain Things
Rules: Write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: January 19, 2009
Once again I’m trying to awaken my long dormant blog, hoping that the electricity will stay with me till the next hour. The schedule changes every 2 days so its really hard to know whether you’ll be able to finish off a piece of writing before the screen turns black again. Here, most things are [...]
Posted by: Ajapa on: May 25, 2008
Rain
The smell of rain on dry chapped soil, faint and mild, wafting gently through the humid summer air, the calm pool of muddy water that accumulates after the subsiding rain. Raindrops in the night painted yellow by streetlamps. That poem by Sarah Teasdale about spring rain and her first love and the one by Edward [...]
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