1. The essence of life

With the death of each moment I live

By strangling each smile I am happy

Life takes more from us than it gives

So take as much from it and be happy

My restless soul will never be sated

How much can I take with me ultimately?

Nor the gems, neither any treasure

Nor any of the earthly pleasure

But in my heart and in my mind

Will remain the precious moments

The touch of my love, my child’s smile

The scent of the junipers and dandelion

The song of the birds, lulu’s laughter

The beauty of mornings till the hereafter.

My first post

I wrote this story in my diary so i am posting it as my first post. Here it goes:

The sparkling dew drops on the scarlet rose were disturbed by the fingers as delicate as its dancing stem and as soft as the velveteen texture of the flower; and were now bedecking the rich, creamy skin like the precious gems embellishing the hands of Queen of Sheeba. But the possessor of this lovely hand with untouched beauty was far more pure and fresh than any Queen for this was Princess Rosaline of Armathia, with eyes filled with the depth of oceans and luscious red lips and long tresses of brown hair - she looked a vision of ones sweetest dreams.

Mornings were her favorite times, free of all the protocol and etiquettes, her hectic royal life as a princess demanded. Clad in white robe, she blended in the beautiful morning view - contributing in enhancing its beauty as part of it rather than a spectator.

Her father's gardens were famous for their variety, flowers specially roses and their scenic beauty.

As a motherless girl, she grew up to be very bold and impulsive with the King's encouragement. Although her wild ways were always checked by Alina, her wet nurse and her guardian who believed in all the restrictions and protocols required to make a true princess.

She grew up in times of uncertainty with threats of war lurking at the border of her father's kingdom. Though nothing marred her sweet countenance and her undaunting spirit......
[to be continued]