Author: Michael

what is it about today that makes it so important? in fact, to be precise, what is it about this moment that makes it so beautiful, or so terrible? it is simply the fact that you are actually experiencing it…..yesterday’s bridges are burnt,,,,,,,,,,,,the bridge for tomorrow has not been built,,,, there is nothing to burn! so, don’t waste the moment,,,make the best of it,,,,,yesterday is gone,,,,tomorrow may never come,,,, so?? M.O..

Love may be compared to an exquisitely crafted , multifaceted diamond in all its brilliance ,,,happiness,,,laughter,, joy,,,,,,but on its sides are also sadness and grief…. M.O..

As i lay searching for sleep, i opened the gate and allowed several bitter-sweet memories to creep in,,,i enjoyed reliving them, and finally when i found sleep, ,, the embrace was that of long lost lovers and that lasted the whole night until the morn…..Parting was painful but was made bearable by the very thought of yet another reunion later on!!!

Thinking of the rough life today makes one wish to return to the past and grab some of those happy and carefree moments..

What was once may never be again…the beauty, the youth, the innocence that was so loved ..they are all gone like a withered flower…Time has changed that. .the passing years have taken its toll..like the tornado does…..Now that this is gone, will there still be love?..Or was it only physical, and not deep rooted? That remains to be seen!

LIVING should be compared to the jungle,,,it is filled with vipers, alligators, dangerous insects etc.,,,,,that is mostly physical, which, after prolonged exposure, really affects you mentally and emotionally just like LADY LIFE who will really test your faith in humanity, especially after being burdened with various problems ,unless u r a few of the lucky ones being blessed with happiness,,,,,(mike

Arising each morning from your deep slumber, and surreal dreams is one of HIS indirect ways of telling you that your work here is surely not done! So be grateful, knowing that you are still an important instrument in this life……(M.O.

Dreams are the beautiful outlets where we deal with the iniquities of this sometimes fair, sometimes cruel physical world… we are the producers, directors and stars there…..we make the decisions….it is our show…..so what we cannot accomplish in this physical world, , we retreat, or supposedly advance into our own dream world and make things right ,,, but then again, isn’t that living a lie???…M.o.

Are you thankful that you arise to a brand new day,facing new challenges, decisions etc….however it may turn out to be,,,,,,,,,,,or are you just expecting the new day to be there awaiting you and your forgotten chores which you expect to do on that day,,,,or are the cowardly one unwilling to awake to face the new dawn, and thus decides to have the eternal sleep ? so who are you? M.O.

every word you say is like a pearl dropping from the sky,,,,i am extremely greedy, so i grab each and everyone, of them,, then carefully store them within my heart…..when i dont hear from you, i reach within, and regretfully take out one by one,,,,,rub my fingers around them and relive those moments when you spoke,,,,,,,then painfully return them to the secure vault of my heart, and impatiently await your next call, so that i may once again delightfully drown myself in the ocean of your exquisitely crafted pearls…..M.O.