Faithfulness
Some people who help others,
expect only in return the gratitude.
If they don't get that also,
he or she may get depressed,
They keep blaming destiny, if
continuously such things happen.
Most valuable gem is gratitude,
which everybody should be
aware of always in the world.
If human beings don't know
about this, one should see a dog.
Trulida.
The knight placed his helmet to one side of the table. He checked to see if the room was all clear. The door creaked, this made him jump.
A young woman with rosy cheeks, and sparkling eyes walked in. The knight was lost for words.
She asked the knight what he was doing in the kitchen. He stared at the woman and bowed his head.
‘‘Please, forgive me. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.’’
The young lady looked at him. Who did this guy think he was.
From his armor and attire she guessed that he was a knight. Why was he acting nervous around her?
The knight didn’t know what else to say to the maiden. She asked him if he was looking for something or someone.
He shook his head. Then got ready to leave. But each time he tried to pass, she also moved at the same time & in the same direction that he went.
They laughed. He stopped and said to her that she had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. She blushed and smiled.
The knight bent his head lower and asked her what her name was. He moved closer to her, their noses almost even touched.
‘‘Trulida.’’
She thought she was going to faint because he was standing so close, and stealing her air. He brushed his hand across her forehead to place her loose hair back in place.
Trulida felt her heart begin to race. The knight moved to the side and waved goodbye.
She stood in the kitchen wondering what just happened. Who was this stranger that had stolen her heart?
#Trulida.
A Darkness Within
A darkness within - murky, deep,
All consuming, a puddle of sludge
Festering in the soul
Slowly, it expands, filling
Every pore, all the nooks and crannies
Flesh tainted from the sin inside,
Marked with insanity, broiling
In the mind
Everything a mess,
Disintegrating into nothing
A darkness within - conquering all
A World of Music
Notes that softly caress my ears,
A kiss of harmonious melody
Pressed against me
A beat that drums along,
Syncing with the rhythm
Of my own pounding heart
Wrap me in your words,
Make everything okay as long as
I’m in your comforting embrace
Lyrics that speak to my soul,
They soothe my racing mind,
And fill the void inside
The beauty and magic of music,
Making me whole
One-Sided
I was worried we were becoming friends. Just friends, I mean. Strangers, really. It had been months since we’d spent any waking moments alone-together. I’d actually been spending so much time alone-alone that I was growing increasingly worried I didn’t know how to be alone with another person anymore. But everyone else had made other dinner plans, so for the first time in a long time we made our own.
I chose a spot outside on the patio, which was crowded with tables and chairs but not people. The mid-summer evening sun washed over my face as I took my seat, and I soon began to feel the latticed pattern of the metal chair imprinting itself on the backs of my bare thighs. You smiled at me from across the table and I tried to mimic one back. I wanted so badly to be able to talk about something - anything - that I could think only of nothing at all. As usual, you tried to fill the silence with sporadic bits non-substantial sentiment: You’re so beautiful, so cute. Things I used to love to hear but little did compliments inspire the conversation I now so desperately craved.
As we sat quietly looking at our menus, the barren hollows of my mind suddenly became inundated with a surge of thoughts that I’d been working so diligently to evade: I can’t tell if I have nothing to say at all, or if I have nothing to say to you. What did we used to talk about? I feel so disconnected, polar opposite. What did we used laugh about? Everything seems so senseless now; rudimentary and vapid. I glanced across the table just in time to see you look up and shoot me another grin. You don’t feel the emptiness. How can you not feel this emptiness?
“Can I get you folks started with something to drink?” Our waitress must not have realized that I’d been looking through the menu, not at it. You ordered yourself a beer, and upon my faux-panicked attempt to quickly decide from the sticky menu list full of choices, you gently pointed out that they had one of my favorites on draught. I’ll have that, yes, please – and I could tell you were proud that you knew me so very well.
#thestranger #strangers