Human Nature

 Seasons turn crimson

 Skies smell of rust, yet

The moon ignites passion.

Still.

by ninotaziz

For Magpietales. All rights reserved

Lost

We are caught

In turmoil, and continue to seek

For answers, that will surely

One way or the other

Devastate us.

It is time for prayers

#MH370

by ninotaziz

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Malaysia is at the centre of an international hunt for the missing Boeing 777. There are more questions, that lead to even more speculations. We seek for closure and God's guidance in this difficult time.

The Lighthouse

“There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: ferocity on a scale only gods can summon. It hurls itself at the island, sending spray right over the top of the lighthouse, biting pieces off the cliff. And the sound is a roaring of a beast whose anger knows no limits. Those are the nights the light is needed most.”
― M. L. Stedman - The Light Between Oceans

Poetry escapes me

And my world is a desert

I long for the island,

where it rains words and flights of fancy

by ninotaziz

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The painting is a gift , a work of art by dear Sir Hanks who writes ferociously. Today, like the lighthouse within its stern and stark frame, it stared at me accusingly. "Write Ninot, write whatever comes to mind." But my mind is a desert that refuses to obey my ever eager fingers, my exhausted poet self. I am chasing dreams, and spinning stories. Instead, I found the words of M L Stedman, which does the painting justice.

 I am lost in the real world. And my true Eden lies in wait.