GLIMPSE OF HOPE

ENLIGHTENMENT

When darkness often reigns in our life, we long for a faint ray of hope to reinforce our faith in our own questionable existence of aborted triumph in self-making and also to recognize our pale and anemic faces hesitantly by proxy. In that overwhelming specter of the loneliness and shifting loyalties of kin, kith and beloved, who desert the much defeated you in quick succession in a massive mansion of rapidly crumbling avalanches of brittle hopes; we finding no other alternatives worth any name, but turn to the failed prophets and their surrogate masters for solace. Take heart, there is still hope apparently beyond the black hole like tunnel; though, you have to take it lightly to have enough strength to discover its ever…ever expanding and contracting depths and darkness. It is up to you to embrace enlightenment or not? Or perhaps you would like to wait for the day break, that would never to come-- yet is full of promises.

MY KITE

After years of agonized wait I finally made my kite. It looked like a massive bird with esoteric and mysterious colors and wings. I never intended it to be like that yet, I profusely labored day and night to make it.
My kite, though bereft of strings flew high above the clouds and refused to come down. Everyday, I would watch it over the blue sky and return dejected to my own world of loneliness fearing that the torrential rains and gushing winds would one day, either carry it out to some far off places or maim it. I could never know why my kite never returned back after I set it free over the sky on a day of only hope.