"If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.” -- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
They are the most striking architectural features I have ever seen. Their ethereal beauty is enough to steal one’s weary soul away. Their towering magnificence in the backdrop of a cloudless blue sky is treasure in one’s eyes. They look even more enchanting in the first crack of dawn – when the first rays of the sun cast on the golden domes. Or during wintertime, when they are snow-covered - it creates a wonderful contrast of gold and silver. They evoke a feeling of strange calmness and otherworldliness that seems to lighten one’s senses. Perhaps it is because of their colouring or the way they were exceptionally designed or maybe because they are associated with the divine. But there is more. They are monuments - reminders of a bygone age that the people nowadays feel very nostalgic about. They are also the symbol of their faith and that of their forebearers. Their religion suffered so much throughout the ages, but it still remains true, unchanged and forever mystical. Through these ...
Another poem, dated 2005. It was originally posted in my now-obsolete blog, and I got it reposted here. *** (Ok… I am depressed for a couple of days now. I keep on thinking about one of the most special things I had with me for years and how I lost it together with all its precious content. It is as if I also lost all the beautiful memories I have for a very long time. I still can’t believe it. *sobs*) *** One night, it became sad unbearably In this deep melancholy I recalled the distant past The memory of what was gone forever When everything just fell in full oblivion I recalled the dream of a childhood Thought about all the tears that are shed All the lies that are told in the world Where pointless suffering seems to have no end Blood just spilled and flooded the ground Hate and fear enslave the heart All the beauty seems to fade away Happiness replaced by grief and misery Trust is shattered by doubt Everyone is blinded from the truth Self-sacrifice is a beautiful ...
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