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Rosary Beads By Katherine Lightwood A reconciled pide is thrown away in vain, Lovely it seems, but it made me cry in rain. Life is fading away with the beauty of desire, That desire is simply dressed in a grim attire. Its grimness seemed to tear me apart, Caught by its grace I was ready to be torn apart. Blinded by the faith and blinded by the love, I was praising the Lord who was high up above. Drenched in that love and singing that sweet lore, Poisoning by soul with praises galore. Longing the life, longing that time, Was dancing with ecstasy while singing senseless hymn. Raised high up while hanging down low, Vile thoughts of mine were all that I know. Frozen memories and those fast passing times, I have cherished it and hide it in my rhymes. I am ashamed for celebrating my 'un pious deeds', So I am praying and counting my rosary beads. Katherine Lightwood Follow us on Facebook

Last Verse of the Setting Sun By Katherine Lightwood Frozen wind and the scarlet light, The day sets with a silent demise. Giving the promise of a beautiful tomorrow, Till then, the meadows will drench in sorrow. Holding light but very tight, The demons of the night are dancing in delight. Under the shadows, hiding in the night, A beating heart that starts to recite... Melancholy lore of a broken kind, Lore of winning wars that were left behind. Lore of valor and cruel tragedy, The lore was sung by sweet maidens with a silent melody. Lore of brave soldiers who would come home, Their tale would be cruel like the gladiators of Rome. But now, the fire is dead, With few sparks burning, but the ashes are sad, And there's no light, in this frozen night, As they say, demons of the nightmare are dancing in delight. Now they say the light will come, with the turn of the sun, The warm breeze will blow, over the meadows, it will run. Will the light come... Or

Looking Back at 2019 By Katherine Lightwood We usually start our new year with brand new resolutions which we don't follow, but that's the part of it. It's not about following, it's about the spirit, about taking the initiative of starting something new in life. Letting go of the memories associated with guilt, shame, and pain and a brand new plan to start something or starting over a task again. Letting go of the pessimism that has always crushed our spirit of achieving something great and accepting the new optimism that this new year has brought us. Looking back at 2019 is hard. There were many painful and heartbreaking memories but there were definitely some groundbreaking things that happened throughout the year. In this blog, I will be sharing five amazing things that happened during 2019 throughout the world (not my personal journey). 1. Breakthrough in the treatment for cystic fibrosis. I was always keen on the study of medicine, so this news was re

That's why I love Thanos By Katherine Lightwood Today is Dusherra , a celebration of a fight that was fought long ago, a fight of good versus evil. A fight where 'good one' won and 'evil one' one perished. It was not a regular fight. It was the fight between gods, demigods , and demons . ' They' say that the world is governed by God who is the epitome of Goodness . But if you need the creation to exist then there has to be a perfect balance of Good and Evil. Today while hanging out with our teacher , me and my friend were asking him about his compassion for artists and understanding of artistic minds. And he told us about how every mind is necessary for the existence itself. We need everyone, lawyers, artists, doctors, teachers, psychopaths , and even the evilest of our kind . He was explaining to us, how with some co-ordination from everyone we have evolved into a new modern world. A world where we are existing with a perfect balance of ut

Mindless By Katherine Lightwood Left all that life that used to be mine, Lost all that courage and crossed all that line. Became a prisoner of that forgotten time, Blanketed all my emotions in this senseless rhyme. Conscious efforts and no way to define, My once sunlit sky has no stars that could shine. Searching my heart in my broken hollow chest, My soul is senselessly grieving, has no way to rest. Lying to my self, it's only for the best, This silence has chilled me like the wind of the wild west. The world around me say I am angry and stressed, They don't know the reason for my grief and my quest. I have worn a facade of love and kindness, I am suffocating in my pain and newfound blindness. But the memories of that time seems timeless, That still gives me hope in this inferno that is endless. So, my memories are frozen in time even though I am thoughtless, They call me a maniac, I am just mindless.

Untitled Grief Part-30 By Katherine Lightwood Sometimes I want to scream, As my fear is just up to the brim. But I lay silent, pining from inside, Hopeless and grim, unable to decide. My thoughts are reckoning something unknown, Fear of that kind is chilling my bone. I cry from within, the hopeless frustration, Nothing seems to contain my constant desperation. My words seem to betray my mind, I still have eyes, but I feel so blind. Say it out loud, that's what they say, Like a cat mouse chase, like a predator and prey? Now I sigh and I wonder, Is it alright? Should I surrender? Get splashed by the results of my devious sins, I am ashamed of that thought, my ear still rings. Will I cage? Yes, I will cage, the thoughts from within, Or else I can't stay long, can't live, even in my own skin. Follow us on facebook .

Will I always be a circus clown? By Katherine Lightwood I laughed at the top of my voice, I danced like it was my only choice. They laughed at me whenever I fell, It was easy at first, then it started to feel like hell. Was tied around, and dragged like a hound, I was hopeless and I was bound. I tried so hard and I just failed, My heart ruptured when it was nailed. Given up my pride, given up my hope, Thought I could depart, just by a rope. But I muffled my cries with a loud laugh, They thought I was happy, but I was torn in half. Days passed  and the wounds deepened, I laughed as they laughed and that's how it happened. I cried through the night, I laughed through the day, Keep them entertained, they were cheerful and gay. Was replaced O wanderer, I was so down, So is it true, will I always be a circus clown? Katherine Lightwood