Whispers

A life of trials, always in short of green notes Followed by three long sick months. Dawned a new path, the path of knowledge filled with eight hours of joy, another eight hours of doubting words. Even coins in shortage, but forced to spend my hours in company of the rich and wealthy. Sympathy, a cruel weapon, for no match to it to inflict injury on a wounded heart. Dawned a bright sunny cheerful morn With happy tidings of a new job. Began an eventful journey of which the first came a series of roommates. Spiteful words, spit out  on roads in full glare of public view, asked to move out in the middle of a cold cruel night. Days of hardwork, food long forgotten computer my only solace praise at work the best medicine. Hardwork opened doors to a new frontier crossing two oceans to travel far. Work became an ocean filled with Sharks here and sharks there escape one, only to land in the jaws of another. Saving myself became a full time occupation Both a...

Rickety rugged muddy track winding along no man's land. Thorny bushes growing mad, violet flowers adorn the land. Ploughed fields waiting for rains, tomato fields with bumper crops, ears of corn hiding behind leafy stalks, chickens in coops counting their days. Silent lands for the new comer, hiding within are scores of sounds for trained ears. Where varied sounds synchronize together, blissful silence blankets the land. Raw and untamed lands that caress none, nurturing all that dare its wilderness. Where life flows like a tranquil river - creating new paths yet always on track.