Listless

The cold morning showers signal the start of a new day ,

Its September again my favorite time of the year,

But I feel so restless, so listless,

Without the warmth of familiarity, all passed into the void,

Only he remains, the only shred of familiarity,

All is lost leaving me so listless,

As listless when I lost my first song I ever wrote,

Or being forgotten by my own in a huge crowd,

The sounds of the world going on as if nothing has happened,

Nothing really matters,

Muffles my tears, muffles my emotions, my so called extra baggage,

So listless without emotions, my heart can't take it anymore,

Somewhere along the way it died, leaving me cold and empty,

An empty shell, if the world outside is bleak,

Then the world inside is more painful with all the darkness of Hades,

I fail to belong in both like Hamlet not knowing where to turn,

Whom to believe, whose lies to ignore,

The truth is never revealed, when it is revealed…

It leaves me so listless and undecided,

Whether to stay or to leave this last fragment of sanity,

Familiarity exists only in fragments,

Only in his soul, his heart,

My only pantomime to the world,

Of all the things I hold sacred,

Only he remains…

My Heart

You've been biting bullets all these years, I know

There beside yourself, choking back tears

And you aced avoiding possibility

When you made your bed upon the bittersweet

Oh now don't you worry

There's no need to be sorry

There's still time to step lightly

Cos the love you used to feel is still in there, inside

It may be the faded photograph, the lock of hair, don't hide

If you're scared, I'm here to hold you,

                                                                   If you get lost I'm here to guide you

                                                                    Love is peace when peace is fragile

                                                                     Love is all the good in you that still remains

Love is peace when peace is fragile

You've been going out of way to agree

Like you've been rubbing yourself all wrong just to be somebody else's genie

Catering to your disasters every need

Waiting to finally be set free

I said baby don't worry

Life will carry

Just take it slowly

~Poets Of The Fall-Fragile

Call me crazy but my heart speaks to me; ever since I can remember. Instead of a prick of conscience I hear a gentle and soft voice which shields me from the world, the neglect and the aberration. Neglected by a world which knows no worth of mine she embraces me from inside, never leaving my side; gently chiding me if I forget here. She sits on my shoulder garbed in white, charcoal black hair and ever warm black eyes. As I cry to sleep at night she gently puts my head on her lap and gently sings me to sleep. Call me crazy if you want but I know my heart loves me...  

Memoirs Of The Wind: Gitana (Freedom)

I'm neck deep in the river...I have my daily baths here... I shudder as the cold water reaches towards me with frigid fingers... As the cold seeps in... Her face flashes to my mind...Even on sultry summer days when I passed over her, she would always be cold... I called her hitana... gypsy in Spanish... She never stayed in one place...never...Sometimes, I would touch her in the West, sometimes in the East, Once even in cold Norway... That woman was always a mystery to me... I saw her transition from childhood to adulthood...Her eyes and body were always cold but her heart flooded with warmth...Her eyes were like tempered steel... like strong sterling..All her life no one knew her worth...she was an amazing artist... drawing since she was two... She was unwanted and unloved by all but me...She was the only...She was the only woman who came close to being my mate.. But she died young at the age of eighteen... and I remember how I howled and moaned that day... Everyone at her funeral was amazed when they saw her body float up in mid-air...I confess that was my doing... I wanted to hold her in my arms and say goodbye.. I’ve never touched anyone like her... cold and warm at the same time....   

Memoirs Of The Wind: Nostalgia

I’m as old as time and this is the first time I’ve packed my bags and gone for a vacation to my grandmother’s house. Now many of you will roll your eyes and wonder what’s so great about going to your grandmother’s house and that you yourself went over on most summers... But what if you’re the wind??? What if you’re the breath of the world…? What if the world’s life stops if you stopped blowing for a moment...? And for the first time in history I was tired... So I begged God to freeze time for a few months and off I went...

Now as I lie in my grandmother’s lap listening to her treasure trove of stories with a mug of her famous hot chocolate... nostalgia hits me like a ton of bricks...

I couldn’t help but remember... help but remember... the places I’ve been, the people I’ve brushed... The first rain in the desert, drying the eyes of a crying child or playfully ruffling the hair of a beautiful child or playing with the pages of a book to lure a reading child to play....  

                        

Demons

Chorus:

Sleep,

In the form of,
Infernal fire,
Seeps through my soul,
As I lay down to sleep,
The demos come alive,
The demons in me,
Eating away at my soul,
Eating my soul away,
No one can save me,
From this Hades,
Oh...
Purgatory seems,
So much sweeter...

1st Verse

The chimera's eating my soul,
With great urgency,
While the basilisk's,
Yellow eyes turn me to stone,
Oh where's the warmth of the sun?
The warmth of sweet love's eyes,
Oh i can't see her,
Find her...

--Chorus--

2nd Verse:

It was sunshine when I last saw her,
Where is she now...
Oh where is she?
Oh heck!!
Where's everyone?
Where's the warmth of all those years?
Instead of warmth,
I feel cold fire,
Eating me away,
Eating me away,
Eating my soul...

--Chorus--

3rd Verse:

LEAVE ME,
LEAVE MY SOUL,
I DON'T WANNA BE THE DEVIL'S AGENT,
RETURN ME TO MY MORTALITY,
RETURN MY MORTALITY,
RETURN MY SOUL,
Oh Bring me back,
BRING ME BACK


--Chorus--

4th Verse:

Oh... I see her now,
See her beautiful face,
So beautiful,
But why is she crying,
And laying flowers on me,
Pretty red roses,
Oh I see now...
I'm stilled by Yuki's cold kiss,
I'm floating above,
Like some semi dead spirit,
Seeing my loved ones mourn for me,
OPEN YOUR EYES,
I say to my body,
In vain hope that I'll stir back to life,
Go back to the world,
And dry her tears...

--Chorus--

Yuki kōgō ryō heika (Snow Empress)

Swords flashed...Steel against steel...contention in the air...
She wiped her mouth with the end of her kimono sleeve...Blood in snow...she thought looking at it an indeed all around it was so... The claret of her opponents blood stark against the snow... This was the second time... This was the second time they had nearly got her life...
So much for being the empress... She picked up her sword and wiped it... Japan has never seen so many wars before... My husband...He died...So I took over the reigns and became empress... Now, my kingdom has been defeated by invading armies from the west... And I'm in exile... At least that's what the king promised... Being a brave Samurai I did not give up my throne easily...He wanted to slash my throat and end my life... But my ever loyal subjects fearing for my life convinced him to only exile me and he should spare m life and I'll never come back to the kingdom... I've kept my promise of not going back to Toyonokuni... But he hasn't kept his promise... His assassins have followed me here...all the way to Hiroshima...
She gently put her sword back in its cover... and got on her horse... her ever loyal 'Yuki no kesshō (Snow Crystal)' she had christened him... It was his neighing which had alerted her in the first place... They rode slowly ahead like serene nomads... The empress' raven hair fluttered around her ivory face... her scarlet lips a starkly prominent... Her face as dignified as ever... Imperious Empress... swift hand... swift blows... grace of a swan...  
     

Poison People

Look around you while walking on a busy urban street...More often than not you will come across a type of 'point and laugh' people whom I would like to call the mockers... They think they are the framers of society... They're the ones who think that they make the rules... That they're the ones who can decide whether a person is socially in or not... They think its in their power to outcast people  they don't like over frivolous things like the way they dress or the way they talk (here I mean if someone doesn't know a language well enough, and obviously cuss word slingers are almost worshiped).... To name a few views, they think people who don't cake their faces with makeup are ugly but the ones who do are called slags... Really you must have heard the story of the man, his horse and his wife... The same applies here but unfortunately no one stands up to these poisonous snakes... For that's what they are...Behind their pretty plastic faces lie a dark insecurity, a dark desire to taunt... And the ones who do try to stand up to them, they throw dust in all of  society and outcasts them... I have noticed, many of the intellectuals and artists have always been outcasts starting from Galileo to Monet... Strange is the world... Ever paying attention and importance to frivolity and plasticity...

The Psycho-kinetic

"Has no one taught you?" the slender girl said softly as she stood up from the pool of her blood, "Not to mess with a psycho-kinetic?" The lady in front of her took a step back, the sound of her high heels echoing in the dark... "Now where did you shoot me?" she said softly as if she was talking to herself. The lady watched in amazement as a bullet suddenly jutted out the girl's stomach high in the air. As the girl drew herself up, she could feel the amount of energy in the quiet street, and suddenly she was afraid, very afraid. The bullet was hurled away by the girl, without touching it.... The girl's wrath was evident as she spread out her hands like talons behind her and the ground started moving in a crescent shape around her, the earthy column raised itself to a few hundred feet menacingly behind her and she shouted, "WHO SENT YOU HERE?"
As the writhing mass of earth rushed towards the lady slashed at it with her large claws which had sprouted from her knuckles... 'What level is she?' she thought frantically...Herman said Tasha was an easy assignment as she was only a child... but we were so wrong... 
"WHO SENT YOU HERE?" Tasha bellowed, her ianthine eyes glowing with anger. Fueled with her anger she ripped bricks from the nearby buildings, streetlights and all...  She suspended them inches above her and said softly, "Now now, if you're not going to relent we will have to do it the hard way..."

Insensitivity (A sharp look at today's social mentality)

We all live

We all die

That does not begin to justify you

~Evanescence-Bleed~

So we've progressed into the 21st century with our new and advanced technologies... and modern ways of thinking... Now for a moment let's stop the world... sit down with our bare selves... And ask ourselves the simple question... Do we really mean what we say and do we really say what we mean?... Are we actually doing what we say?... Do we do things after logical analysis or are we just animals following our impulses and satisfying our regressive egos? Do we take time before a decision? Do we take to think before telling a person something?

Insensitivity is a growing trend... Most think this is due to fashion trend and blame the youth of today as they believe the kids have no value system... while I believe that insensitivity has always been a part of society... like intolerance and lack of freedom of expression... No the conservative old man/woman you can't judge a person's worth without knowing him/her... you're not God and you definitely do not have the right to instigate a person further... If you're only there to mock and laugh at a person's suffering and pain and cannot acknowledge a human being's value of life and right to privacy and expression then I suggest you leave the person in question alone... Rather than instigate to them to take their life...

I guess... society is generally made up of a bunch of invisible 'they'. 'THEY'... almost every adult wonders what 'they' would say if they or their kin behaved and acted in a certain way.... And 'God Forbid' if 'THEY' say bad stuff about you and think badly of you... It would surely be the end of the world... Surely my son/daughter should even have matching 'social' thoughts and way of dressing... We wouldn't be accepted in society and would be outcasts... I ask a daring question here. What if your child's views are different from this herd mentality  and what if they want to be true to themselves... Would you allow it? or would you force your rules and regulations on the child... I believe many do... they're insensitive and wouldn't accept the fact that even their children go through pain but are not willing to admit it as the thought doesn't massage their egos... The kids recoil in fright and try harder to please but in the end... end up harming themselves and increase their pain hundredfold...
 

The Loving & Genuine Art Community

by http://artistshospital.deviantart.com/

The reaper's kneeling at your field taking in what you've sown

Can't help feeling apprehension

No point in waiting, for a rating for what you have grown

Look for liquid consolation

If I act accordingly will it save my humanity

You're either you or a loyalty disowned

Well excuse me

Who was it who wanted every sec of the fifteen minute flame of fame 

A name to last for all eternity

Who was it who wanted ingratiation beyond definitions

When love alone is enough to set you free

--Poets Of The Fall-15 Min Of Flame--

I'm tired of hubris... I'm tired of hypocrisy...I'm tired of this masquerade that people have built up over the years... perpetually changing masks... taking off one and putting on another... so quickly...its a blur...                    

What about the ones... the ones who want to hold true to themselves... the one who are true... why are they always broken.... In this I believe... The Art Community Stands Out... I believe we're probably the thought of as the most brazen...most earthy community... And that we can't keep our opinion to ourself however horrible they might be... But if only the earthly mortals were to look a little closer... they would find the most genuine, open and loving community there is... For they always express what they're genuine feeling are... for instance if you like their work... an immediate response of gratitude is received... if you don't like it... they don't go around on a self pity rampage...instead they ask you where they went wrong... The next thing... whatever you're craft is or you're just a lover of fine art... you're accepted and no one makes you feel out of place... Unlike the laymen... I guess laymen should probably learn a thing or two from the community they generally like to outcast... Mind you we're all social outcasts most of the time...We're respected and loved here... And wouldn't leave it for the world... this community... no matter what happens...    

Incense

Fragrance wafts into my nostrils and my head begins to turn as it gets entrapped in a trance... the scent of jasmine fills the room

Heartless

We live our lives...the rules of a heartless society...no freedom of 'affection'...a society that can't tolerate the expression of love...of affection... filled with hypocrisy...It would rather see people wither away to dust from being unloved...from not knowing love....      

Solitude

 Have a little more of not enough

More of what is less but isn't love

Little of the same you're dreaming of

That's enough, that's enough.

~Poets Of The Fall-Overboard

Loneliness hangs over me. Comfortably covering me with her veil. Nothing matters anymore only solitude. My head is clearer now... more than ever... Freed from the world... the mind flies... no more bondage... no more norms... My true self is bare and for the first time in my life i'm not self-conscious... I can finally be myself... My wings are poised ready for flight... The azure awaits my flight... My soul is one with me again... The world doesn't matter... doesn't matter in the end... 

Broken Wings

She lay by the side of the glade, her wings splayed by her side, tainted with crimson. Her light ianthine eyes reflected her sadness... Her dreams resided in her wings... Now they were broken... Her long feathers fluttered at her feet... Signalling the end of her flight... It seems she had flown too high... near the sun... Her wings exhausted brought her crashing down... And she remembered with a twinge of pain how she had fallen headlong from the pure cerulean sky... her feathers fluttering in the sky... Their markings still clear in her mind...every ridge... She saw her dreams fall away... She had become a fallen angel...   

Conversation Between Two Intimate Souls

"I tainted you."

"I protected you."

"I'm fire. I've burnt your life already."

"You're hiding something, I know you since eternity. Pain is burning you from inside. Everyone hurt you. Everyone burnt you. Give me a chance. I'll turn things around. Pain strangles your throat while the thought of our separation shatters your heart. You and I are one. We are nothing without each other."

"We may be two halves of one entity but we can't stay together. The moon has addled your brain. Open your eyes... I'm not the diamond you think I am. I'm merely the atramentous coal that burns everything when it itself starts burning. Are you sure you want to join your soul with mine?"

"I love you too much to care..." 

End Of An Era

End Of An Era
Medium:Gel
Instruments: Palette Knives
Colors: Crimson Red
Lemon Yellow

Teddy Bear

My first attempt at lowlight still-life photography
Materials used: Pot pourri, Teddy bear, purple stained candle holder and candle

The Curse Of Youth

“There is no feeling more comforting and consoling than knowing you are right next to the one you love.”

He touched her cheek as they were both kneeling down on the floor, trembling from their joint pain. They were hit with one strong intense realization and they trembled like leaves in the wind; with the realization that maybe all was lost. Maybe their perceptions were flawed… Maybe they weren’t distinguished from the common mass at all as they had thought themselves to be… In fact the hard truth of their youth had hit them… Nature cannot be flawed… They sought that which was not theirs and now they’re cursed with eternal separation…

They lost everything. To circumstances… to cruelty… to infidelity…  all because of their youth…

The stygian shadow of separation lingers over their heads. They want to freeze time… They want to enter those sepia tinted books again… They want to freeze time… They want to stop the world from turning… So the next day… week…month…year doesn’t start again… They just want to live in those eighteen years of happiness … They wanted time to just revolve among those eighteen years… seamlessly without the dawn of tomorrow… They had plucked the beautiful cardinal rose and now as it withers away they’re left with only the thorns cutting their hearts…   

     

'Irresponsible' Heirs?

"Ryuu! Ryuu! " Master Jun called out as he went fleetingly through the forest of 'Mourning Pines'. What is wrong with His Highness, I wonder? He is constantly been shirking his duties. Always trying to fool around. He's always up to pranks runs away at the slightest provocation. He loves to put the royal household in royal distress…The famous one of course being the cockroach in the kitchen!!! The cooks actually believe him.

And so… the hopeless master strode on through the forest looking for his truant pupil, the one who had been eluding him since morning. Now it was almost mid-afternoon with the sun's dim crimson turning to a more bright sanguine.

Suddenly through the glade came a sound of a horse galloping through the clearing with a very cheerful voice exclaiming cheekily, "Master Jun! Here I am. You haven't been able to catch me!!!" "Prince Ryuu, you have abandoned your duties yet again… I do not understand the meaning of your actions. Mindless frolicking has been unheard of in the royal family of Natsuke since centuries. Really Prince Ryuu you should know better than to behave in this common fashion." "Well… Master Jun," the cheeky boy tossed his red haired head and said, "It's fun!" "FUN!" Master Jun exclaimed in anger and surprise, "Do you know the importance of who you are, Prince Ryuu? You are the heir of the Natsuke family and it is of paramount importance that you realize your duties towards the kingdom, sire. The kingdom looks up to you to be their righteous, fair and just ruler. They expect you to rule with compassion and dignity and keep their security. In you they trust…" Ryuu slowed down his horse Fairheart for only a moment before turning away again and saying, "I guess I am not worthy enough to rule the kingdom… Ask Ni-san Rin to rule."

The kingdom always wondered why the king chose Ryuu to be his heir rather than Rin, his elder brother in spite of his rambling ways. Ryuu was younger than Rin by 7 years and a very well known frolicker. The reason why King Elroy chose Ryuu over Rin was because the goddess Sadama, goddess of fate had visited him during Ryuu's first winter and amidst the snowflakes she said to him that there is dormant evil in Rin's heart which would awaken when absolute power is given to him though it would not seem so. She also said that Ryuu would be very playful and always frolic around much like a young deer but the king should not feel hopeless and lose faith in her and Ryuu's abilities. She said that the boy has no idea of his destiny and his dormant abilities. He would realize them only six months after his sixteenth birthday.

*****

"Oriana!" the queen called out as her daughter walked in. "Where have you been?" she demanded looking at her muddy daughter, "Do you realize that the Royal Ball is going to start in a few hours? Three hours to be precise and YOU walk in NOW!!!!!" "Mother," Oriana said nonchalantly, "I do not understand the meaning and use of Royal Balls except as marriage shopping for their children or philandering. I refuse to be a part of such frivolous and flippant practices. I have better things to do than this…" "LIKE WHAT!" Queen Chamarou interrupted "I will not have my daughter turn into this…" gesturing wildly at her daughter who was dressed in tom boyish breeches and had a whip across her shoulder. Walking away from her mother Oriana said calmly, "Mother, I like myself the way I am and I refuse to change. Also mother, I refuse to be a part of the ball. Do what you want."

Oriana, queen Chamarou thought looking at her daughter's receding figure, why have you turned out to be like this…so serious. You do not even like entertainment. You insist on helping your father with the affairs of your state. You do not like your personal guards and would do anything to lose them. You are anything but a lady my dear… I hope you get more receptive, willing and more lady like. Now, when you're sixteen… I hope you change soon because in a few years we need to arrange your marriage to Prince Taiyou.

******

Glossary:

Ni-san: Japanese honorific for brother

Idyllic LIfe

Idyllic Life At Its Best
Materials Used: Charcoal Pastels
And my hands ^-^ for shading

Roses

Roses...my favorite...
Materials used:Charcoal Pastels
And my hands ^-^

Portrait Of A Lady

Materials used: Charcoal pastels
This was made in the dark ^-^

Rest In Peace My Friend...

The picture might look a little macabre at first...It actually represents the affection that some of us have for our pets... When they die...We put up an actual funeral like the one for real people and bury them in the garden with a tombstone for remembrance...
Materials used: charcoal pastels,burnt umber pastels
shading done with my hands ^-^

Conceptual

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Facets Of A Woman

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The Hesitant Sniper

“I pulled out of my assignment just at the last moment… I’m in big trouble now… I’ll have all the biggies behind my life…  And that too, when I just did something right for the first time in my life… Saved a child… This client, known only as The Mask…wanted us to eliminate this child… who was a witness to murder, committed by his own men… Now I will have the whole world behind me… My firm… The Mask… Maybe, even the police…” she said sitting across him running her hands in her hair. “So, she IS NOT dead?” he asked incredulously. “No she isn’t,” she replied simply, “She’s just tranquilized…” “And now everyone’s going to find out… You really are in big trouble… Sean is not going to leave you…” “Morality has never been your strong point, Wayne,” she said. “Sakura, do you mind telling me the reason why you didn’t pull the trigger?” Wayne asked her earnestly. Not seeming to hear him she said getting up, “Give me my weapons… I’m going to be gone a long time… So give me all the ammunition you have… I need them,” and she added, her mouth close to his ear, “She’s my own daughter…It’s a long story… I’ll tell you the whole story if I make it back alive…”

 “You were married?” Shayne said surprised as he prised open the steel trap door that led into an underground chamber… They were right in the centre of the mansion… The stained glass dome cast a soft purple and scarlet glow into the room…  “No I wasn’t…I keep a lot of secrets…” she smiled as she started descending down the stairs.

The weapons chamber didn’t look like an armory at all. Instead, it resembled a mini aquarium, complete with sharks and those huge deep sea crabs over four foot tall which roamed the sea beds… There were plush scarlet sofas with a small ebony coffee table in the centre. “You know, no one would believe this is a sniper’s armory” Wayne remarked, “No wonder we haven’t been suspected yet.” “Then again,” Sakura said as she bent down near the coffee table, “who would suspect someone owning such a magnificent mansion to be a mere sniper.” Pushing the table away with little effort… She moved the carpet underneath to one side and exposed a safety vault underneath… She punched in the combination of twenty characters… With a click, the vault opened inside… With a smile Sakura exclaimed, “My sniper gun” “Have you moved anything around?” she asked Wayne as she gingerly set the gun on the table. “No,” he replied awed by the beauty of the lady who was kneeling at the table. The blue of the water reflected off her face…    making it seem as if it was made of ice…  Her face… was like snow and her lips looked like blood in snow… immensely beautiful… “Check on her please, Wayne” she said, barely audible as she made to get up… Wayne shaken from his trance wordlessly left the chamber.

Now she moved towards the walls devoid of aquariums and pressed on two small protrusions, one above her head and one to her extreme right. She moved aside as a stone door opened inside to her right. The stone door was padded from inside, so were the walls of the rooms. They were filled with a variety of weapons, a mix of modern and traditional. There were Katanas and Sais, guns and daggers, small grenades and more complicated small time bombs. The floor was made of white ceramic tiles which reflected the white light, the room was lit by.  Entering the room… She opened a titanium locker which contained her special weapon bags, padded from inside with small special pouches. As she started untying her Katanas from their wooden frames she smiled thinking I’ve always been a traditional warrior but the protocol required me to use proper modern weapons. Finally, I’ve got a chance to show my true colors. I need to confront Sean now. Bending down, she removed the bags from the locker. Setting them on the ground beside her, she started packing the weapons inside them. There was a second locker next to the locker containing the bags. This locker contained her ammunition in a reinforced steel box. Ammunition for all the twenty guns that she used. I sure use a lot of fire power she thought amusedly.

As she stepped out carrying the bags, the door closed behind her. She climbed up the stairs back to her mansion. She got a little panicked when she did not see Nagashiko’s languid form on the settee. “Wayne!” she cried. He came running a few minutes later. “Where is she?” she demanded shakily. “Upstairs, in the guest bedroom,” he said panting. She breathed a sigh of relief and dumped the bags on the floor. “I’m going upstairs for a shower.” She said as she climbed up the marble staircase.

Wayne went upstairs to his own room after her form had disappeared. He lay down on the bed thinking of Sakura. She had been his only family after his family had abandoned him at the age of fifteen in the Atacama. He was not sure whether something had happened to them or they had simply abandoned him on that vacation. She was in Atacama for a week taking a break. She had noticed him there and had taken him under her wing almost immediately. He smiled when he remembered how he had asked her that she resembled a lynx and what she was doing in the desert. She smiled and said that even a lynx needed a change of air sometimes. She tried contacting his parents but she could not trace them. So, he stayed with her. She was the only family for him now and the thought of her life being in danger, sent rumbles of fear within him. A quiet and dignified woman she had always kept to herself. Though she never showed it, he was sure that her life had been very painful and he used to see a hint of sadness in the corners of her eyes.   

Rock Chair!!! Rock Chair!!!

Aditi and me... we found  this chair shaped rock in Lonavala...

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Violet

We fight our own wars...inside our heads... we have our own battle of good and evil inside our heads...only they're not visible... to others... we fight within with every decision that we make... 
Violet kicked the stone in her path... War was looming again... They had asked her to lead again... Her brow clouded again and her heliotrope hair covered her eyes as she began to weep quietly... 
How could they do this again.... They promised me... They promised me... That I'm free to live my life... That they wouldn't bother me again...If there's a next war...Should I leave my country in jeopardy and live my own life... Or should I succumb to duty and leave the freedom and quietness of my life forever... The jaws of duty clamp on my life yet again...Pursuit of my happiness is impossible... I must sacrifice it for the greater good...    

Rocky Bed With Flowers...

Cat God

Piercing eyes.... Golden eyeballs...with purple centres... alas I see the vision of the Cat God... Feline Grace... Snow white pelt... Harbinger of good luck...