The Ballads of Gravity

Yeah! Thus, I decided to post a junk on my wall on this new year eve. Everything occurred to me during the last twelve months were absolutely brilliant and miraculous. They were not absolute accidents, but pre-planned occurrences supposed to be taken place in my life. 2013, what the calendar says, was just days consisting of time, speed, decisions, calculations, mistakes, corrections, planning, and finally altogether a cycle of past events dressed in new costume. Of course, I’ve done severe mistakes, but wonderfully helpful and I realized them as the time passed by me. I never wanted to wish any of my friends “happy new year” because I never wanted to. And what is a hell on earth new year message? And New Year resolutions? I don’t know! And, of course, I don’t want to know, obviously! New Year eve is a reason, not a cause for the party. What did I mean by that? Don’t know, don’t ask me ‘cause it just occurred to my figures. Any ways, I should say, everything was brilliant! Fr...

It’s December! The fresh snow pattered along with the chilled zephyr romanticized the realm of my feasibility.  Do you know why I love December as November does? The reverberation of the word 'carol' lulls my eardrums and set fire on my veins. December is a romantic haven for me. I have no worries and tensions about the word carol 'cause everyone talks carol. And I set myself free with the name or word carol. Everyone in the congregation talks about carol and they practice carol songs; kids, blistering blood youth, middle aged, white bearded, and what else to say even the wind echoes carol! Every December nights are filled with carol songs and everyone is busy with carol nights. And I pretend I am one among them who is going for a carol night, but in actuality, I love to hear the word carol and use it with no questions. The soft chilled wind caresses the leaves of bamboos, maples, and even the Willow seems to be happy! They were like th...