The racquets do play
And The skies do sing
The frost in my eyes
Believes that beauty,
It sees in everything
Where do I find that
madness
All that blends in
All that blends in
Really some desire
That beats in
Every being
Delays of cries
That speaks in prices
Where is that smile
Without cold ices
The racquets do play
And The skies do sing
-masuma
Woke up to pink skies, so I had to write, I did feel like singing too..
Sometimes it does surprise me how I end up spotting them 🙃🙃
And 💭how it’s actually always is about having the least resistance for acquiring more brightness….
A Conversation story : “CUTE”
She: 🤷♀️
I am done with this overly populated choices in life. I can’t be smart all the time and keep at research reads to pick the most efficient / optimum option…after going around the globe of experiencing the value checks of every option in my head before I actually make the decision.
I want to be CUTE. That’s it.
He:🤷♂️
Cute?! Cute!? What do you mean, CUTE?
She:💁♀️
Like having the freedom to function with not knowing everything and then making those choices which may possibly land you into, maybe, a bit clumsy state or a hurdled life or little inconvenience or oops phase or oh no moment and then how one ends up looking cute.. like that cute…just want to be CUTE.
He:🕺
👀 alright hmm I see, OKAY…👻
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Few days go by,
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She and He, in their car, He was driving..(She was guiding 🙃)
He: 🙋♂️
please if you could help with a quick call and verify our delay for the appointment.
She:🙋♀️
yes sure.. tring tring.. talk .. done
He: 🙋♂️
please if you could call again and see what other appointments they have and probably book the one after.. in case we are further delayed.
She: 🤦♀️
well we should reach in acceptable delay.. it should be okay. I am Not calling.
👻 kicks in !!!
He: “Oh, you are sooooo CUTE”
She: ? ?
In few seconds, Lighting strikes …and
She laughed and laughed and laughed and He enjoyed her laughter with a satisfaction of “THE”achievement for the day..
CUTE?!
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She, then, calls 📞
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P.S: 🥰
As I fired it all out from my head…I became beautiful
Here I associate Taawiz to ones passionate inspiration that can come in any form that stays with you always …keeping you happily alive.
I love my taawiz. Will always do. The most precious like almost my breathing.
“What was your childhood like?” healing begins from here.
I do ask
And this is a wonderful sharing to do.
“To be there” through the shared conversations is a magical travel of time. Difficult memories heal, simply because they are felt by those who would make the difference just by knowing/understanding, it’s as if they joined you too. They become a part of you, makes feel stronger.
Swabhaw - where you Feel WORDS 