Long lost

Sensations to ponder about, thoughts to write about
Yet silence is what I accept, without doubt
Time seems to elude me, so is the text
Savor the moment for I may not be braver for the next

Illusions I have built, so is the sand castle
For ages it felt, all that they did was dazzle
There was no castle, either sand or brick
It was just my mind that played the trick

Memories shattered, emotions battered
Mind drifted, thoughts scattered
Unbearable as it may seem, endure them I should
Freedom is all I seek, find it if you could

I will be forgotten, my words ignored
Others will fill the place, their presence adored
But thank you, my dear
For everything cheer, including the tear.

Happy Diwali

May the festival of lights,
Fill your life with endless delights,
Good fortunes and good times,
Be plentiful as your year brightens.

Wish you all a very happy Diwali.

Gollum rants, leoNYdas ignores.

Precious… Precious… Three of a kind, master has. Gollum wants all three, the most Precious in particular.

Tiny and shiny,
Greedy and seedy,
It belongs to us,
One of the Precious.

But master gives us only one, not the one us wants. No! No, they betrayed us. Wicked, tricksey, false. Curse them, we hates them. They gives Sméagol the bad Precious.

We is not alone. We has friends. Yes, friends, we has in high places. Friends we can call. They helps us, of course they shows us the way.

But Gollum needs to help friends too. Master betrays us, we betrays them. Sméagol lies. Sméagol makes them believe. We does anything with the Precious us gets, to become the Precious us wants.

Anything.