Random Thoughts

- Distance and time are good allies. Tribulations, uncertainties, confusions and longing are rolled into one's heart.

- Broken to pieces, never be mended.

- Fragile life, still fragile mind.

- Better be alone, in despair...than aplenty asunder.

- Heart with thorns.

A Love Story Behind Taj Mahal

By: The Inkler

Who would best describe its splendour and beauty?

The edifice; immortalized by love eternal

Of man and woman; surpassed even death

He had created the “Crown of Palaces”

For his great love for his wife

Gazing at the marvellous monument

A sight to wonder; a sigh within

Grief, sadness, love eternal...rolled into one

The great love of Shah Jahan towards Mumtaz Mahal is beyond words

The grief-stricken soul; longing for his beloved

It sings, for his dear love

The music; lingers within

Even today, we still hears his calling

“ Should guilty seek asylum here

Like one pardoned, he becomes free from sin

Should a sinner make his way to this mansion

All his past sins are to be washed away

The sight of this mansion creates a sorrowing sighs

And the sun and the moon shed tears from their eyes

In this world this edifice has been made

To display thereby the creator’s glory.”

-Emperor Shah Jahan

(described the Taj Mahal)

Death Has No Dignity

When death is at hand, it will rob the very essence of a person. Life escapes from the human body. The soul vanishes; where it goes, I do not know. What is left, the vessel in rigor mortise; lifeless and useless. Deformed, instead of beauty and grace.

Death is inevitable. Are we ready for it? How are we going to go? Nobody knows for sure. But all of us know, we will have our ending. What are we going to do about it?

Would you rather treat every moment as if your last? What are the things you wanted to do; if you know, you only have a year, a month, a week or a day to live?

What is the purpose of death then? A timer, for us to make our lives worth living? To be more conscious of our mortality? Or to let us rest for this agonizing, yet somewhat beautiful place of ours?

Death is the end of mortality. The start of oblivion and precipitation. We will soon be forgotten, maybe remembered thru stories, but we become part of the past.

 by: The Inkler

If I Follow my Heart

If I follow my heart, where will I be? Somewhere near Egypt, would be nice. Since I was a kid, I had always wanted to gaze to those Pyramids in Giza. The reason is beyond me, but it is still in my subconscious. It will be a scourging heat, but it never deter me in still longing for that place.

I would love to travel. But, somehow the places I had been were still not plentiful. I do not prefer the malls. It seems, if your in a mall, you've been to all the malls around the world, looks the same. Shiny window glasses, buy me expensive clothes & things display. If I went to a country, knowing the heart of it would be more exciting. Therefore, if I travel, a local friend would be a superb tour guide. Dangerous in a way, yet exciting too.

If I follow my heart, I would rather be a citizen of the Earth. Not restricted to my nationality, religion, race, norms and traditions. I would love to learn as much as I can about the other cultures of the surrounding countries in this world of ours.

If I follow my heart, I will build my son, a bigger house, then make it a home. Provide him with enough love & devotion, that he will carry it thru his life. I want him too, to be with me, when I will be seeing those places I wanted to see.

If I follow my heart, I will be with the person who loves me unconditionally, same as me.

But, following the heart has many restrictions; responsibilities, loyalty, pledges & honor.

Following our heart is easier said than done. We tried to set it aside, but it's there looming in the corner of our hearts. It keeps popping, but for now, that has to wait.

-Jojette Asumbrado - Ramos
(The Inkler)

Pondering

There are moments, I just want to be quiet. To be disconnected it this always connected world. To be left alone, to be on my own bubble. I think I am just growing old, oh well, what can I do, it's part of life.

Then an idea dawned to me. I will exert all my efforts in teaching my son what I know, everything, if that will be possible, then by doing that, my soul will be ready to go. My existence is for the preparation of him. This is the reason, the focus of my life.

-Jojette Asumbrado - Ramos
( My very own Short Stories )

Swerving Thoughts

The point of changed

Forward, unfaltering

No turning back

A new path is inevitable

The Universe; aligned

Events; unraveling

Look around; strange

Look inside; overwhelming

With wonder; waiting

Anticipating; building

 Of fear or success

Cast aside; swerving at hand

-Jojette Asumbrado – Ramos

(Poems – Original Composition )

MY HIGH SCHOOL BEST FRIEND

Reminiscing the past

Turning the hands of time

Seeing vividly the younger version of us

I am 12; You are 14

Let’s talk about Me

Coming from the province

The city is a whirlwind

New, exciting but a stranger nonetheless

Let’s talk about U

City girl; and have lots of friends

It’s your haven

It’s your home

But, somehow we clicked

Together we had a blasting fun

Every situations; a comical skit

We laughed crazily; some think we were

Mostly elated

But, we had deep thoughts too

Thou some don’t know; we do cry in private

I miss my best friend; yes, that’s you, Baby O!

-Jojette Asumbrado – Ramos

( Poems – Original Composition )

Trust

Trust is given; nurtured

An unspoken word hanging between

Break it once

Regret forever

Never break it then

Lest a wrath be closing in

Hope against hope

On bended knees

Give this fool a chance?

-Jojette Asumbrado – Ramos

(Poems – Original Composition )

Soulmates

Two souls are entwined

Forever and for eternity

Time is non-existent

When they find each other

The happiness within

Beyond compare

Each other is a Spring

Absence; drought to one

Whole life; seeking

When chance opens a glimpse

A bleak, a flicker

The Souls are pulled, entranced

Whirlwind, confusion, but complete

Life is beautiful

Life is bearable

As two Souls, finally together.

-Jojette Asumbrado – Ramos

( Poems – Original Composition )