On Bad Paintings

Oh, Mommy, whenever I tried to draw you; I was so ashamed of my painting.
I drew so bad

I grew up and drew you no more
I made so many mistakes; I made you cry so many times; I've been eternally ashamed
Now that I've ran out of words; now that I've become so aware of your beauty; now that I want to throw myself in your arms and cry:
Would you accept this little bad drawing that I made?
I couldn't draw the rest; I could not see through my tears.
Forgive me Mommy; Forgive me for I have never learnt from you how to paint.

On Painful Deals

Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
There lie they, and here lie we
Under the spreading chestnut tree

"1984" G. Orwell

On Giving Up

“TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET….”

You wanted to have your small nest on the highest tree. Teach the kids to fly; teach them to love their wings

“TWEET TWEET ….TWEEEEEEET….. TWEET… TWEET….

I love you, how could you leave?

“TWEET… TWEET .. TWEET TWEET…. TWEET TWEET ….”
I never wanted you to have an eagle's wing

“TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET TWEET…..”
I never thought your head will bow to the wind

“TWEET …TWEET…. TWEET ………TWEET ……TWEET …….TWEET”

Why did you try to touch the skies knowing you had the weakest wings?

TWEET..TWEET..TWEET..TWEET..TWEET..TWEET

I knew one day you would leave

TWEET TWEET TWEET

But, I love you, tweet tweet tweet !!!!

I love you and I love your small wings

TWEET

Why did you leave?