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Seasons Of My Heart
Thursday, February 11, 2010
The awakening of dawn, as beads of morning dew collect by the tips of each blade of grass. It’s a new year, a new beginning. The soil is fertile once more, and its land ushering the new birth of fresh green. Germination readily tags along with nature and seeds sprout into saplings, and sapling into a wide display of flora in splendorous beauty. But in the center of the field, a sacred patch of land, only a single special flower grew. This year, it was a simple yet elegant rose, yellow in colour.~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Summer came and its soaring heat exemplified life’s passion. By day, trees and plants thrived as they spread their leaves out far, feeding on the intense sunlight. Under the starry skies, low winds fill the fields in perfect symphony, orchestrating the twilight songs as they lift towards the heavens. Life was at its prime. Concealed by the vibrant life in the undergrowth, the rose rested under the cooling shade, and along with the other plants, it grew stronger each day. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A gentle breeze blew as maple leaves drift down to the ground like magical carpets. Trees turn brown and dried leaves rustles along the garden bed. The fields sway in harmonious resonance with the closing songs of the cicadas. Life in the gardens took a slower pace. In its place, yet another crimson rose grew. A concentrated moonbeam shone upon it as the thornless rose sparkled with a dazzling scarlet glow, enveloped in a faint trail of pixie dust. Nature’s essence as life grew in deeper intimacy; all was bliss. The time drew near, the final test till once again life will be in full bloom~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The snow fell hard. Once upon a time, beauty covered the lands like a mosaic, but the sight from afar only returned a sea of endless white 3 feet deep. The cold was merciless and there was but little life found. A young boy treads across the snowy plains and by a slight faint sound of a snap, he looked under his feet. The rose from memories before, now withered and dry, with crimpled petals and a shrunken twisted stem, it laid on the ground, a weak pulse separating its fate from the others life forms.~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A year has passed. From the horizon appeared the same dawn from a year ago. The fields however, are barren, with barely a few hardy plants surviving the ordeal. The springs ceases to flow, the birds quieten their chirpings. The whistling of a deathly silence remains. The foundations of the land were never built upon roots, but upon merry and fun. When the cold came and shook those bonds, there was nothing to keep them together. The rose, now a faint marigold colour; its petals wilting, revealing a coat of black underneath
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
This is dedicated to all the friends I ever had
to those special beloved few I'll never ever forget:
the times we first met;
the times we teased each other’s looks;
the times you accepted me for who I am;
the times we ate together;
the times we ran amuck;
the times we did stupid things knowing well enough it was wrong;
the times we celebrated our successes;
the times we fought together and cried;
the times we pouted because we wouldn’t share our chips;
the times we laughed over stupid jokes;
the times we were the stupid joke;
the times we pissed each other;
the times we bled;
the times we played games;
the times we pretended to be animals;
the times we stayed up all night drawing;
the times we did that the day before exams;
the times we chase each other with broomsticks;
the times we stood outside class for misbehaving;
the times we gave each other the cold shoulder because of a petty deed;
the times we dug out nails into each other's flesh;
the times we played soccer under the heavy rain;
the times we believed we were quite grown up;
the times we talked about our silly dreams;
the times we made promises to one another;
the times we shared our deepest secrets;
the times we plotted revenge for our exposed secrets;
the times we cursed and swear at each other;
the times we parted ways;
the times we were lonely;
the times we knew we couldn’t do without one another;
the times where there was you and me;
All these, I promise will stay written in my memories, forever.
Til age bears me a curse whence I fail, no longer I to remember.
Each of you holds significance in this heart of mine, and to every friend I have,
I bear the scars upon my heart, sealing the pact of our eternal friendship.
I may have changed, and I’ve lost friends along the way.
But no matter where you are, you’ll remain in my heart till dawn ceases to appear.
From Nico,
(1992 til eternity)
Just a short explanation of the writings. It represents a short time line of certain experiences I had.
the times when you came into my life;
the times where we had those really great and irreplaceable memorable times we had;
the times of quiet and intimate moments spent with you;
the times where I withdrew to my hidden place;
the times our friendships were broken.
Labels: frenz, Me, memories, thoughts
Darren Nico Pillai
Not-so-average teen, deep thinker, perfectionist with quirky randomness. Trained in the art of sarcasm and nonsensical logic.
Overcoming the circumstances of the present, and the issues of my past,
striving in self-betterment with a moral balance with the hope of the fulfillment of the destiny to be a light for Christ in His likeness,
spreading the love of God as how He first loved us
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Heal my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things unseen
Show me how to love like You have loved me
Break my heart for what breaks Yours
Everything I am, for Your kingdom's cause
As I walk from earth into eternity
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- Hosanna -
Philosophy:
I like to think about life, especially pursuing on the concept of love. Not that lovey dovey romantic kind, but the affections we have for one another
that ties us together,strangers, friends, besties, family, that's the love I wanna know about. Love is the essence of life that ties us together,
love is what we were made for and to be, love is embracing the gift of the relationship with GOD.
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Leave a message on my tagboard or drop me some questions if any.
Collection of inspirations and reminders: Nico_thoughts@Twitter
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Seasons Of My Heart
Thursday, February 11, 2010
The awakening of dawn, as beads of morning dew collect by the tips of each blade of grass. It’s a new year, a new beginning. The soil is fertile once more, and its land ushering the new birth of fresh green. Germination readily tags along with nature and seeds sprout into saplings, and sapling into a wide display of flora in splendorous beauty. But in the center of the field, a sacred patch of land, only a single special flower grew. This year, it was a simple yet elegant rose, yellow in colour.~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Summer came and its soaring heat exemplified life’s passion. By day, trees and plants thrived as they spread their leaves out far, feeding on the intense sunlight. Under the starry skies, low winds fill the fields in perfect symphony, orchestrating the twilight songs as they lift towards the heavens. Life was at its prime. Concealed by the vibrant life in the undergrowth, the rose rested under the cooling shade, and along with the other plants, it grew stronger each day. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A gentle breeze blew as maple leaves drift down to the ground like magical carpets. Trees turn brown and dried leaves rustles along the garden bed. The fields sway in harmonious resonance with the closing songs of the cicadas. Life in the gardens took a slower pace. In its place, yet another crimson rose grew. A concentrated moonbeam shone upon it as the thornless rose sparkled with a dazzling scarlet glow, enveloped in a faint trail of pixie dust. Nature’s essence as life grew in deeper intimacy; all was bliss. The time drew near, the final test till once again life will be in full bloom~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The snow fell hard. Once upon a time, beauty covered the lands like a mosaic, but the sight from afar only returned a sea of endless white 3 feet deep. The cold was merciless and there was but little life found. A young boy treads across the snowy plains and by a slight faint sound of a snap, he looked under his feet. The rose from memories before, now withered and dry, with crimpled petals and a shrunken twisted stem, it laid on the ground, a weak pulse separating its fate from the others life forms.~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A year has passed. From the horizon appeared the same dawn from a year ago. The fields however, are barren, with barely a few hardy plants surviving the ordeal. The springs ceases to flow, the birds quieten their chirpings. The whistling of a deathly silence remains. The foundations of the land were never built upon roots, but upon merry and fun. When the cold came and shook those bonds, there was nothing to keep them together. The rose, now a faint marigold colour; its petals wilting, revealing a coat of black underneath
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
This is dedicated to all the friends I ever had
to those special beloved few I'll never ever forget:
the times we first met;
the times we teased each other’s looks;
the times you accepted me for who I am;
the times we ate together;
the times we ran amuck;
the times we did stupid things knowing well enough it was wrong;
the times we celebrated our successes;
the times we fought together and cried;
the times we pouted because we wouldn’t share our chips;
the times we laughed over stupid jokes;
the times we were the stupid joke;
the times we pissed each other;
the times we bled;
the times we played games;
the times we pretended to be animals;
the times we stayed up all night drawing;
the times we did that the day before exams;
the times we chase each other with broomsticks;
the times we stood outside class for misbehaving;
the times we gave each other the cold shoulder because of a petty deed;
the times we dug out nails into each other's flesh;
the times we played soccer under the heavy rain;
the times we believed we were quite grown up;
the times we talked about our silly dreams;
the times we made promises to one another;
the times we shared our deepest secrets;
the times we plotted revenge for our exposed secrets;
the times we cursed and swear at each other;
the times we parted ways;
the times we were lonely;
the times we knew we couldn’t do without one another;
the times where there was you and me;
All these, I promise will stay written in my memories, forever.
Til age bears me a curse whence I fail, no longer I to remember.
Each of you holds significance in this heart of mine, and to every friend I have,
I bear the scars upon my heart, sealing the pact of our eternal friendship.
I may have changed, and I’ve lost friends along the way.
But no matter where you are, you’ll remain in my heart till dawn ceases to appear.
From Nico,
(1992 til eternity)
Just a short explanation of the writings. It represents a short time line of certain experiences I had.
the times when you came into my life;
the times where we had those really great and irreplaceable memorable times we had;
the times of quiet and intimate moments spent with you;
the times where I withdrew to my hidden place;
the times our friendships were broken.
Labels: frenz, Me, memories, thoughts
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