Monday, 16 March 2015

Happiness is...



"A man. His life, a story so familiar to you and everyone else you know. Us. Constantly in  search  for this thing called happiness".

                                  The quest. Happiness. It takes a lifetime to conquer or perhaps one never truly finds it because one never learns how to understand it. Perhaps it is found in the most insignificant things that we never bother to give importance to.

Guess its hard to describe, guess its not easy to understand. Guess its not right to chase it down. It will come in its own time and place. One thing I have learned over the years, is that as much as we run, as much as we force things to happen, if they were not meant to happen they will not... as simple as that!. They will happen in the time they were meant to happen no matter what we do. One must let time do its own course, forcing will only make the wait more painful at least this is how I think it works, I might be wrong but its how I see it.


Happiness. How to: it is more easy then its seams. Happiness is found in a million forms shapes and sizes.

Happiness is in my opinion the simplest of feelings, the most clear, yet we so find it hard to recognise it.




...A late night talk to a friend.
     ...The rain falling in your hands.
         ...Inspiring someone.
             ...Finding someone as weird as you.
                 ...Being the reasons for someones happiness.
                     ...Falling in love with your best friend.
                          ...A purring cat.
                              ...A warm smile of a lover or a friend.




 ..Happiness can be all that you want it to be. 
Simply believe.. 


...it is easy as a pie. 




Picture by Hotei  




Tuesday, 24 February 2015

The rain whispered.


Destiny is what created this blog and guess its destiny that is knocking on my door again. Just by coincidence wanted to read the last actual post I wrote, it have been a long while and I could not remember what was it or what it talked about. It was ordinary. Yes just like me, but there! something made me smile. Something made me say the old words "ah! destiny" long time I did not mention you!. And here you are again on my threshold waiting and waving for me. What was it you ask? "Monday, 24 February 2014" the same date as today! call that a coincidence!.



I do not know how many times I have come here and stared for hours at a blank screen. Perhaps hitting a few buttons and then moments later hit the delete button and erase all in mere seconds.

But unexpected events, warm whispers from distant friends keep coming at night, waking me up. Sweet hauntings, mellow lullabies. This I cannot delete, these I cannot turn my back too. And guess this is how it all started on a cold rainy day. Days like these make me feel the want to write. Perhaps the charcoal grey of the sky reminds me of the traces the pen leaves on a blank page. The smell of winter and the tight grasp of all that is winter drags me to this nostalgic state of mind. The cold wind howling, raindrops frantically bombing my window and the smell of wet grass, yes this is it the perfect recipe for winter. The perfect setting for me to remember. The perfect time for words and thoughts to sprout.

Still it is not easy to pick the exact words I want to say, its not easy to break the thick layer of ice that it has been created, but even the biggest of journeys have its start with a very humble beginning.

What to say? ordinary! that is me, that is what it have become of me. Still cashing my dreams, new dreams, its funny it never stops  a vicious circle this is!!. always wanting more, always looking for something new as insignificant or bombastic as it may be. So nothing really have changed you may think, perhaps not much, its the same old me. The same old me missing my dear friends and missing this world of words and thoughts.

Sometimes I take a little peek at this magical world for a tiny while but unfortunately it stops there, other times I grab a notebook that came across the ocean and a pen that the waves brought on these shores long before, but it stops there, words simply don't flow.

Even now I look at these few lines and the only word I seem to find fitting is eclectic. That's me always wanting to make a lot, starting a hundreds of  tasks and finish none of them. And I guess this is another beginning, another chapter of my life, a fresh page.... this thanks to you for waking me up dear rain...dear friends...and here it starts...






Picture by tumblr





Monday, 26 May 2014

Cupidity [7]



Shadow Dancer.



Here is a fun one that I liked very much, and had fun watching. 
 Fantasy meets reality.
Seeams just like out of Peter pan's story! 
hope that you like it too. 

So let me to steal a few minutes of your time again, eight really!. 
But its worth it... promise! 

Let me know what you think! love to hear from you!. 

...

Enjoy!. 










Shadow dancer corneto short movie.



Monday, 12 May 2014

Cupidity [6]


Drawings and Dreams.



Here is a very special one that I liked very much, 
a bit dreamy, a bit fantasy, but that is why I like it. 
hope that you like it too. 

So let me to steal five minutes of your time again, eight really!. 
But its worth every minute! 

Let me know what you think! love to hear from you!. 

...

Enjoy!. 







cornetto short movie; drawings and dreams.


Friday, 2 May 2014

Cupidity [5]


The Oasis.



Hum...hmm not quite sure what to think about this one, 
Oh well guess everyone got to follow his very own special path!. 

Time for me to steal five minutes of your time again, 
I promise its a short one!.

Let me know what you think! love to hear from you!. 

...

Enjoy!. 







Cornetto short movie; Oasis. 


Monday, 28 April 2014

Cupidity [4]



Together Apart.




Its time for me to steal five minutes of your time again, 
This is a heart melting one, hope you like it as much as I did. 

Its sad at moments and sweet at others.

Let me know what you think! love to hear from you!. 

...

Enjoy!. 








cornetto short movie; together apart 


Wednesday, 23 April 2014

Cupidity [3]



Kismet Diner.


Here is the third video for you.
 Remember the films all follow a pattern, the same theme, 
but every story is different, not the sentiment though. 

This is one of my favorite so far, yet my favorite is yet to come, guess
 I'm keeping the best for last!, 
although I think this is the sweetest of them all. 

Let me know what you think! love to hear from you!. 

...

Enjoy!. 





Kismet Diner: by corneto short movie.



 

Monday, 14 April 2014

Cupidity [2]




Margot. 


And here is the second video for you.
 Same theme same plot different story, because every story is unique. 


Let me know what you think! love to hear from you!. 

...

Enjoy!. 








Margot. by cornetto short film. 






Thursday, 10 April 2014

Cupidity [1]


Beauty and the geek. 

Have a little time to sneak something out for you today, hope you like this short film I have found for you. I have found this one very sweet. 

Let me know what you think!. 


...

Enjoy! 











Cupidity by: corneto Beauty and the geek short movie.





Monday, 24 February 2014

The Bad Blogger.




Hello all my dear friends, 


                           I know...  lately I have been a very bad Blogger. I neglected a lot this corner I so love, yet you all are always on my mind and I miss you all very much!. In fact I wish to thank you all of those who remembered me and sent me a message, this meant a lot to me :)  


It is not that I have abandoned my corner, not at all... in fact, I have many ten's of post unpublished that wish I could post now, but they all need that little polish before shared to the world if you know what I mean!.  


The truth is that I have been very busy, priorities they call them... and never really found enough time or strength left to publish or even visit at least one of you my dear friends. Hopefully!, things will be back to normality soon, at least I hope so!. 


Well my dear listeners of Whispers I'm afraid I must say goodbye now, till then stay safe. 




Yours Hotei. 


TheBadBlogger1

    

Monday, 28 October 2013

Time.




It is the most abundant thing we have and yet we can never have enough of it. We are constantly loosing it but we never really realise. It is the most precious thing one can own but we never value it and we constantly waste it away... 










It was another morning, like many others I lived, like many have come and simply flew away without me noticing or caring that they went by. Yet this morning my mind, thoughts and eyes worked in harmony with each other. They played the most beautiful melody, yet it saddened the heart. I had that sunken feeling that something was to happen. I could not quite grasp the feeling even though I tried to understand. Then like many other times it slowly made sense, it slowly came to me, slowly the colours became more vivid, and yet again I was drawn into my secret world, the secret world of my mind. There where colours are bright there where sound does not exist, it exists only the sound of my thoughts, that from soft, hush murmurs become loud clear voices.

How I could have done this to me?... how did I let my self do this? I thought. Then I realised that every one must think the same way I do, this is one thing we all might agree on, we all have wasted time, we all have one time or another disrespected this precious gift. How many times we thought, promised, vowed and sworn that we would never ever again loose or waste it, yet every time we fail from keeping the solemn oath.

As I look out of my window and see the autumn wind steal the leaves from the tree branches with every blow carrying with it stories and with each blow it pushes summer away bringing new hopes for a new life, bringing new memories as this year will soon take its last breath. This is a familiar sight to me, sweet yet melancholic. It draws me back violently to reality, but I hold fragments from the world I been in. Then I look into myself searching for these fragments and see the promises I did not keep. How many times I told myself, "Never make promises you cant keep" yet every time I arrogantly break this rule. I arrogantly throw and waste this gift we call time.


Once more I make a promise, a promise I am giving my word on, a promise that I will do my utmost to keep. By next autumn before the last leave falls before winter makes itself feel....the words I gave the hopes I build and promises I made, I will keep... I know sacrifice must be done, I know it will not be easy, I know its a fight against time, but for this time I so profoundly now value its gift - I will keep what today I sworn my love.







Picture by Hotei 
 




Thursday, 10 October 2013

Confessions of my mind.






It is not a matter of inspiration, nether fantasy, it just comes to me. I can't explain why or how, all I know is that my finger tips tingle. I call it tingling, fact is that I can't find any other word to make myself more clear. All I know is that there is only one way to stop this urge, and that is writing. I always loved writing, I did it since I was a child, it is something that perhaps is buried in me deeply. I look at it like when taking a picture, when you find the perfect shot you just click away to freeze the image, same is with writing it comes and goes, sometimes an idea can linger in my head for hours or days and many other times for just seconds.

Sometimes it scares me how my brain works, how I see the image I want to capture. Its not easy to comprehend, but I can try to explain. Its like being in a bubble, I see everything amplified and sharp, but yet I feel cut out from the rest of the world. Sometimes the colours are vibrant more then you could ever imagine, other times I'm overwhelmed by scents, sweet images laced with these sweet smells. This feeling comes to me sometimes for an instant... sometimes hours, and other times the image is unclear almost blurred and dull. So if you ask me what I am on about don't feel bad if I don't explain cause many times I can't understand it my self.

Keep on wanting more, I know she does, I know once she have tasted the forbidden fruit its hard to let go, she gets inebriated by its taste and liquor. I just need her to understand that not all I see is clear, and that many times words come to me obfuscated, almost like distorted, many times I can hear and listen, but simply can't processes a single word.

Many times I can read her shivering soul trough her teary eyes, perhaps after hurting her unintentionally, how stupid I feel. I should have many times said words I thought, that would have made things more easy to understand, not only for her but perhaps even for me... how stupid I feel...

Oother occasions I speak a language she cant understand, but those words just slip out without me having control on them, its just like my body doesn't respond to my own commands. How stupid I feel when sometimes I realise that time has passed, slipped away without ever realising, how stupid I feel...










Picture by google images 





Monday, 7 October 2013

Storyteller.





The storyteller 
Whistle and sings, legends - myths 
Truth or fantasy? 



***


Lost in the mists of time,
Stories of people, who lived and still live,
Many forgotten, perhaps not real?,
Its seams just yesterday, yet time trickled away,

Around a fire of lost notes,
Gathering grounds for those who want to hear,
He reveals stories, secrets to you,
Like a child you're eager to hear.

Carried from mouth to mouth,
Like the air that is "breath"
Till its sets where fertile fantasy grows,
And wild like fire spreads.

He chants his tale to the world,
His new name narrates -
Adventures, of triumphant knights,
Who battled dark to free the light.

The storyteller travels from town to town,
From heart to heart,
He make you be who you want to be,
 Battle dragons and ride clouds.

Storyteller reveals stories unsaid, 
He let the air carry his name,
Not knowing were his words might set, 
Storyteller brings a tear to your eye.

He, vessel of life, 
Like a bottle that might hold-
Water, potion or poison,
It will bring or take life. 


                                                     Storyteller.   





What Is Your Story?




Picture by google images 



Monday, 30 September 2013

The one to save me.





                          This is my secret.... 
                                     This is my story... 
                                               This is how I was saved... 








I am not sure what was it, or I am not sure how this happened, but let me try find how and count the ways this happened.

It might have been her dark slightly shy eyes, her eyes.... yes! her eyes.. sharp! yet, slightly sunken.... the way she tugged at her hair twisting her long curls. The way she let a smile escape from her plump rosy lips, surrounded by white skin. Her smiles and giggles sound naive, yet they have a mysterious feel to them. The way she closes her eyes to dream, and many times to let a tear escape down her cheeks, shutting her eyelids as tight as she could, ignoring the word around, or perhaps wishing it away pretending no one was looking.... not even me.  Her big dreams, her fantasies... how incredible they sound, many times exaggerated..... just like tales narrated to amuse little kids, may be this is what keeps me young.

The way she fitted perfectly against my chest while she reached her hands around me, holding me tightly. The smell of her skin.... her cool feeling skin...sometimes she shivers with just the slight of a breeze...

Perhaps one last thing...the way she looked at me... like I could save her from all the bad things in the world, Like I was the only one left that could save her...

                   This is my secret...
                             This is my story...
                                       She was the one to save me...





Picture by tumblr.
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Sunday, 22 September 2013

Third week of [Haiku Heights].

 Welcome to the third week of Haiku Height!. These are the third seven prompts for the third week of September haiku heights, find the links by clicking on the tittles below, find each and every link for Haiku Heights by clicking on the tittle were Haiku heights is indicated or at the bottom of this page. Please feel free to leave your feedback or perhaps your own Haiku.  

Thank you and enjoy my verses!.



Myth           Butter       Chirp 
Dread         Carnival       Wilted 
River 



Haiku Heights #293 ~ September Heights Day 20

Myth 

He whose name lives on,
Through time in ancient myth - 
Immortality!. 

...

Ho hide masked phantom,
You disguise you as perfect, 
Perfect is a myth!. 

...

Out of water stay,
For if the sea gets to taste,
You'll belong to him... 


Haiku Heights #292 ~ September Heights Day 19

Butter 


For centuries asked, 
Who's butter was best in taste, 
My verdict - Irish!.  

...

Wondering frog falls, 
Poor thing cried and swam in vain 
Milk pond turned to curd!. 

...

My friend on hot toast 
Melt'y, salty, goodness, spread,
 Spear my weakling heart!. 

...

Slip, crack, crash, smash.
A heap of broken china.
Opps - Butter Fingers!

Haiku Heights #291 ~ September Heights Day 18 

 Chirp



Chirping little girls
Not a care cast to the wind
In our secret world

...

The sparrow's chirping
And the shattering gun shot
Share the same valley

Haiku Heights #290 ~ September Heights Day 17 

Dread



He feared the answer, 
Walked with dread towards the nurse, 
His fears - horrid right... 

...

She kept on dreading,
What if  he said no again?,
Woke up - in cold sweat. 

...

Take a leap of faith
Plunge into the dark abyss
Fear of the unknown
...

Dreading the moment.
I hear the lock click open.
Sanctuary destroyed.

...

Monday broke the dawn
Feet dragging frowns through the door
Bell rings to start day.

...

Knots in my stomach
Voice breaking the silent ice
I knew his reply

Haiku Heights #289 ~ September Heights Day 16

 Carnival


As tradition wants, 
Five days of celebrations, 
Forty of fasting.

... 

I eagerly wait, 
Year after year to savour, 
Colourful praline...    

Haiku Heights #288 ~ September Heights Day 15 

 Wilted



Young men courted her, 
Years passed - her beauty wilted, 
Still.... old men court her.... 

...

First roses to bloom,
Our journey was long and hard,
Your bouquet wilted.

...

Flower past its bloom,
Radiant beauty now faded,
Aged winter came.


Haiku Heights #287 ~ September Heights Day 14 

 River



Sacred creek of life, 
You, cleanser of sin stained  souls,
Life search for one drop... 

...

High on mountain born,
Down the winding valley lived,
 Sea your burial place.   










Sunday, 15 September 2013

Second week of [Haiku Heights].


 Welcome to the second week of Haiku Height!. These are the second seven prompts for the second week of September haiku heights, find the links by clicking on the tittles below, find each and every link for Haiku Heights by clicking on the tittle were Haiku heights is indicated or at the bottom of this page. Please feel free to leave your feedback or perhaps your own Haiku.  

Thank you and enjoy my verses!.


     Superstition                Holy            Tradition    



  

Haiku Heights #286 ~ September Heights Day 13 

Superstition




Not sure if its true... 
Say, rabbit foot brings me luck...
I'll keep one for sake!. 
...

Just to mock us all! 
 Superstition is the prompt...
Unlucky - Friday!.  
...

Black cat cross my way, 
Cracked my reflection, how sad!
Pinch over my left!.

...

Candle Lights up glass.
Hide from your eyes' reflection,
Devil steals your soul

...

Hurry! Bring the shrouds!
Mirrors trap wondering souls
Glass - their prison cell.

...

Witch to go on stage.
Good Luck for your Machbet play!
Alas! She's been cursed!.

...

Eye on the boat's hull
Striped hues same as his fathers'
The seas are now safe.

...

Sssh...not a word friend
For the Turk under the stairs
Is cruel as is kind!.

...

Templars set the scene
Ominous Friday thirteen
Of thirteen seven.



Haiku Heights #285 ~ September Heights Day 12 

Holy




He who lived among, 
Venerated by mankind, 
Holy is his name.

...

 Pretending to be... 
Words mean nothing without act... 
Practice what you preach!. 



Haiku Heights #284 ~ September Heights Day11   Tradition



 Not the same routine, 
Tradition is what you are, 
Respecting thy roots.

...

I eagerly wait, 
For a day in a long year. 
To savor delights!. 

...

Years have come and gone, 
New born babies have grown old,
 I have withstood time.
...

Mother to daughter, 
Father to son and then again, 
Tradition lives on. 
...

A nations heirlooms, 
Beliefs, customs, tradition, 
Make us who we are.  





Haiku Heights #283 ~ September Heights Day 10 

Kitchen





Chilli and lime juice, 
Ginger and coriander, 
Perfect marriage!. 

...

Among pots and pans, 
Among sizzles and steam puffs, 
There I find myself. 

...

He who combine tastes, 
Kitchen is his sacred shrine, 
Alchemist of spice.  



Haiku Heights #282 ~ September Heights Day 09 

Decision






Much she had fought it, 
Impossible to erase,
Memory lives on...

...

Warm tucked in soft soil, 
For months it considered if... 
Warm spring woke her up.  

...


He waits there silent,
Hanging on her decisions, 
His life, hopes and dreams...

...

Clock turn back your hands, 
My mind has made its own choice, 
Oh! how wrong I was... 

Haiku Heights #281 ~ September Heights Day 08 

 Garland






Bay-leaf tinselled round 
 Him who proof his skills, is crowned 
Maiden kiss, guys - Grin.  

...

Lilies  laced by elf 
To lure child into the forest
never seen again. 

...

A crown of lilies 
Ophelia with her garland
Sleeps in shallow creek.
  

Haiku Heights #280 ~ September Heights Day 07 

 Dove



Forty days of rain, 
Two of a kind only saved, 
Dove brings sign of life. 

... 

Two on a wire, 
Cuddling close watching sun set, 
Woke by  morning dew. 






    
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