Tag: Sensitive

Gunnen

On this day, he reflected, “I recall she used to attend her prayers for Jumma day.” …

On this day, she reminisced, “I recall he would probably meet the girl.” …

Today, he worried, “She has been feeling a bit unwell. Will she still be able to go to the mosque for her prayers? Perhaps she should rest today. Will she ever heed my advice?” …

Today, she pondered, “When will he meet the girl? Will it be in the evening? That would be preferable. It’s quite hot outside today; they might not feel comfortable meeting in such humidity. I hope their meeting goes well.” …

Despite feeling unwell again, she went to the mosque for Jumma prayer, then in the evening she prayed for him before falling asleep …

In the evening, he met the girl, and they enjoyed their time together, discussing their future life …

Throughout all this time, they remember their memories,
Yet they never announce their presence,
Simply flowing directly into their hearts …


I appreciate your prayers for me.

Tell me if there’s anything else you wish to put in this story ….

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Gunnen/ dutch
(n.) to find happiness in someone else’s happiness because that’s how much you love them …

Commuovere

In the wind
A flower brings life,
Plain and pure;
That you once sowed ..
It’s a work that you can see
It’s blooming …

In the wind
A mystery seems invisible;
Believing is the touch,
That you once felt ..
It’s a work that your mind
Can not resist ….

In the wind
A yearning hums a tune,
Simpler and warm ..
That you once met and mingled;
It’s a work that you
Can not get over it …

In the wind
A sound whispers in the ears,
Caressing silently ..
That you once belonged;
It’s a work that you’ve
Ever fallen like rain …

In the wind
A love brings life
That you once gave it all;
It’s a work that you can never forget
And neither it’s ever over ….

Commuovere (Italian) /ko’mːwɔvere/
(v.) this word means you’ve been moved or touched or had your heart warmed, by someone. Specifically, it’s a story that has stirred your heart or moved you to tears …

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Sometimes I do feel a bit of strange when I find my mind chooses the words that tread the hazy line between romance, or emotions of two potential lovers or just someone who I may have met somewhere, in my imagination or real, or virtually, or anywhere in the universe, … then I feel that while writing it’s not necessarily solely about me all the time and it’s not what it seems as well and it’s just something that makes me feel happy when I can express certain feelings as it comes within; Often I know, through these words, I simply may portray someone else’s longing, or devotion, or heartbreaking phase, or someone who might be seeking solace from the world of separation, or someone who makes his love stronger even when it’s over … or just about me trying to find the right words to describe an indescribable feeling within ….

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Felt a quite chaos while painting it, so I named it CHAOS