Do angels drive a car ?

Ever imagined that the angels could drive a car?  It could be one of the most stupid imaginations you ever had!  You might wonder that angles do have wings, so why do they have to drive? Flying is better than driving anyways.  

But angles do drive. You might not believe me.  Perhaps, you will change your mind after hearing this story.  

To be continued....  

An Abstract Thought

Who am I?  

A question, I have struggled to answer.
But, I hope to answer it one day.
It may take a lifetime to reach that realization. 

It's a journey that I have started. 
A journey to heal my abysmal pains.
A journey faring to the ends of the earth.
A journey from Heart to Heart and Place to Place.

The Alchemist says -
When you really want something to happen,
the whole universe conspires so that your wish come true.
There is nothing going stop me.

The Oceans let me cross her vastness.
Wandered through deserts unharmed.
No obstacle was impossible to cross, but my fear of failure.
Each step forward is a step toward achieving something beautiful.  

I am a traveller on a cosmic journey.
A mortal microcosm swept away into the whirlpools of infinity.
It is the simple things in Life that give me courage.
They keep me going in many extraordinary ways.

I am pure consciousness with an insignia of the Creator,
oblivious to profound Serenity.
I am moulded by the same hand, which created the rest of the universe.

I have stopped for a moment
To hold your hand to my heart.
To utter the language of love.
To hug you with an embrace of kindness.

No words to describe me now.
Fluttering like a butterfly for nectar .
Like seasons, I am changing,
I am Who I am... 

Mystery Boy

As I was walking along a seashore,

I saw a Filipino boy playing alone with sand and water.

His family was preparing barbeque nearby

under the shade of a tree.

Its mysterious why he chose to stay away from the family.

He was digging holes on the shore and trying to bury his legs,

sometimes filling the hole with water.

He saw me pointing my camera at him.

He looked at me with a sad gaze.

He got up slowly and walked away from the scene.

He is a mystery boy.

Romance in the Rain

Suddenly, I have a desire to be in rain and go back into my past.

Maybe it will moist my monotonous life.

Rain is the beginning of a new life!

I remember the bike ride on that rainy day with my then girlfriend, now wife, through zigzag lush green country roads.

It was cold, yet felt the warmth of love.

We were speeding, yet we stood still close to each other.

Raindrops were so noisy, yet we could hear our heart beating for each other.

The smell of rain was overwhelming, yet I was lost in the scent of her cascading hair.

Our romance was manifesting into eternal love, shivering in the cool breeze.

I guess every romance has got a rainy touch to it.