Naivety✍️

Try to be understanding of other's feelings too. You're not the only one who's having it hard. Read the room, elevate the mood, comfort the wounded, help the depressed, be a person who heals souls. While healing a soul you will heal yours too. ✍Benon/Me

Have you experienced that? I want to cry, I want to let it out, Something seems to be holding my tears, Hindering the strength of my shouts, I feel silent and numb. I want to be honest to myself, And acknowledge my emotions, Why I am feeling the way I do, Why I am feeling down and lost. Most times I had to be alone, To console my soul, To regain my strength a bit for days to come, I take walks down the road, Along forests and shrubs, So that I could speak with myself, And to clear my mind, To free myself from the cage I was held. I had to be alone that day, Otherwise I wouldn’t stand the torture, So I went out. I walked and walked...... After walking long way, I started to laugh alone, As soon as I saw a quote, Blabbering nonsense rubbish words, It says, “....where passion becomes profession.”, Seemed like the world was teasing me. I continued my journey, But then, I felt my shoulder shrugging, My legs about to give out, The weight on my chest, Becoming beyond control, But I couldn’t take rest, I had to walk, Suddenly I felt something wet on my face, I searched for the source, Tears were dripping, But I had to control myself, Fearing people might notice, I had to hold it in and stay silent. After the long tiring walk, I reached home without content, Without peace or freedom I craved, I just sat down completely drained, My body in fatigue, My mind in pain, My heart was crying, My soul unconsoled. Have you experienced that? ✍Benon/Me

"To love deeply is to risk everything: your pride, your peace, your past." Dostoevsky

See before you judge A father placed precious gifts on the table, For his kids on some holiday season, All sorts gestures of love, Sorted beautiful in the living room. Which of these will they be opening first? The father joyfully smiled seeing his kids glee, But turned his back and grimaced in pain, As I sat holding my chair trying to open the gifts. A person was watching from a far, Curious to know the cause of his distress, Walked towards to the father after all the kids left, “What’s wrong? Is everything alright?”, he asked my dad, He replied, “ I’ve learned a big lesson tonight, I placed all sorts of gifts on the table, All which I didn’t pay for I had no money, But their grandparents showed them mercy, And gave them all the gifts, All except one which I paid with my cents, They run to the biggest and well decorated ones, I was sure that this will be how it was going to turn out, I hoped none since they were kids, They would be smitten with the sparkling boxes, Then I saw the eldest holding my gift up high, With a look of disgust in his eyes, Causing me grief and pain like I never had, So that’s what was on my mind, That seeing comes before knowing, That if the wrapping isn’t welcoming enough, Nobody will care about what was inside the gift.” I had been pressing my ears to the door, Wanting to hear what my dad has to say, It pained my heart to hear my father saying that, So I run towards the gift, That was wrapped with the most humble decor, Which worth much more than I thought, I dared to open with tears in my eyes, I stood in awe unable to believe what I saw, The paper I was waiting for so long, Came to me wrapped with something small, That I cared none for, It was lab results of all sorts, Dictating my future whether I live or not, This paper which I treating as a trash, Was my father’s present, Not a present of goods and materials, But a present of life and sacrifice, A present of love, That made him decide to give his kidney, Without hesitating a bit for his life. ✍Benon/Me

Movie recommendation Title: Hachi: A dog's tale (2009) Genre: Drama Synopsis: It's a true life story of a dog named Hachiko and the relationship he had with his owner. My rating: 8/10 This movie had me bowling every time I see it (watched about 3 times).

When the time comes Blossoming flower in the springtime, Refreshing to viewers eye, Some travelled far to see, To admire its beauty. Bees fed from their pollen, To make their wonderful crusts, Humans cut them for purposes, To bring smile on people’s lips, Especially to those loved ones. On their season, They were people’s glee, On their time, They served their neighbors well, When they were frontrunners, Many enjoyed their presence, At the end they made their excuses and left. Not all exists forever, There’s time for everything, for everybody, For their beauty and fame to shine, It sure is a wisdom to know how to use it well. As for me I want to address all, When my season comes and I become known, I want to be eyes for the blind, A dream coming through, For those who were unable to get what they want, Wanna be a friend for those who were alone, Craving for a listener in this chaotic world, Wanna bring smile to people’s lips, Wanna brighten their day, Alleviate their worries. I want to be useful even when it’s painful, Like the rose which must be cut, To bring joy amidst hurt, Wanna be a means of apology, To be a healer for all the wounds, Caused by this harsh world, I wanna lift up their mood, Wanna give everything, Everything the world forbade me to have, Whether it’s peace or success, Love or joy, A place for shade, To hide from the blistering sun, I want to open my arms, And become a shoulder to cry on. When my season comes, I want to be wise, I want to use it well, For I will also be gone, When the time ends, To be a part of a fertile soil, Useful for others to grow, And a means for them to rise, When their time comes. ✍Benon/Me

Helpfull-lessness A building dressed in grey, With yellow strikes at the edges, His lifetime showing clearly, The story could unfold in people’s eye. On the top of the tower, “Since 1930” was written in bold, Could only fathom what he had endured, I was left in awe. Would people have noticed his cry for help? Desperately needing to be painted, His clothes were slowly becoming revealed, His cover that beautify the building, Now become undone, He was left naked. Weathers changing spontaneously, Seasons come and go, He stood there still pleading, No one cared to see, He was felt alone. After a long wait, When people opened their eyes, They could see the tortured tower, His naked being clearly visible, The owner showed sympathy, Painted him with sorrow, with pity. We people drenched with problems of this life, Sometimes too heavy to carry with might, Hopeless we become losing our inherit self, Naked we become deprived of our self, Left for the changing events, Unstable seasons, unstable emotions. Why would people wait till I rip off my clothes? They could see my colours fading, Couldn’t they help this poor thing? I am desperate to be painted. But maybe they’re also naked, They maybe ill, Maybe they also need me, To help them out. ✍Benon/Me

Remember I love it when I hear people say to their friends or loved ones like "I wanna try my very best, I want to hold onto this bond till the very end, till I have the energy ." The way I understand this statement is like: it's hard sometimes to maintain any bond and they acknowledge that feeling (the feeling that not all things are everlasting/permanent) but they are willing to try, to hold onto till the very last..... And blessed are those who have these kind of people in their relationship/kinship/friendship. And blessed are even more those who are those people who acknowledge and wanna try their best. Since they've sought men when they could go for other and chase other things. Let me tell you one thing, at the end of the day everything you wished, pursued and dreamed of will perish except for the people who will be there for you even on your death bed. Those people are your money, your joy, worthy to try for and all your blessing will be in them too. You ain't called to be alone. ✍Benon/Me For my Ethiopian readers...."ሰው የተጠማውን ይፅፋል።" Check it out, it works with every writer.

Mother is a beautiful creation because in this selfish world,she is the only one who wants you to see happy.A mother may be educated or uneducated but she is the best guide of life and the last hope in your life when you fall . Big respect to all Mothers in this world.❤️ We are here because of them all day belongs to them. #HappyMothersday

Thoughts that came to my mind when I was folding my own clothing As it's hard to fold a shirt that hasn't been ironed for a long time, same goes for a new friendship; particularly if a person was deprived of love in his previous encounters. Take your time and patiently wait for the person to give into and be comfortable around you. Be for them a place they can reside their worries, laughter, joy, sadness; everything there is to their life. That comes with time. Don't just expect them to show you everything right when you started this bond. If that happened, it's their way of camouflaging; not showing their true identity (there maybe some exceptions). Love comes with price and for this specific situation, that price is patience. And if you can't handle that, you're just not ready for this bond. We should observe our friendships from outside sometimes, not everything is going how you're perceiving.....that's just how you like to think. Maybe not the same for the other person. ✍Benon/Me

Another puberty? As if my body was knotted, With a single string of a guitar, When the musician starts to play, Emotions flood, My heart couldn’t survive, The weight of the fingertips, Of the mysterious player, Who controls me. As if I were standing, On the edge of Everest mountain, When the wind blew hard, Couldn’t be able to control my balance, And Found myself at the bottom of the cliff, Failed to gather my thoughts. These days it feels hard to say a word, When a lot was on my mind, Vast area to discover. I want to speak my heart, Vocabularies failed me, I want to laugh out loud, Muscles couldn’t be of help. As if my body was tied with a string of guitar, Fully controlled by a mysterious player, As if I were standing on the edge of a cliff, Shocked to find myself wrestling with the wind, I find myself being irritating, By every single thing, Without my knowledge or whatsoever. What’s wrong with me? Who is this lad? ✍Benon/Me

Ardour Just before everyone woke up, Before the bright sun remembered us, Even before her light reaching to the earth, On the frosty freezing dawn, I wake up just to see you. Even before everyone made sure, That they were hungry enough, To have lunch with loved ones, On the obliterating hot day, I crave to be with you. Yet again none beat me to it, About thinking to retire early from work, Couldn’t control my desperate being, Racing hard to get home, Just to be around you. When everyone was reminded of their bed, To get relief from the day's troubles, To forget everything and end their day, I seek to talk with you. Some forget to send their prayers, Fatigue took their energy away, But I kneel in front of God, To have mercy on me, Pleading not to take you away, For I’ll live if you’re alive, I might die if you slip out of my sight. That’s how much I wanna adore you, Though you deserve much more, If the almighty gives me strength, I want to learn how to love you. ✍Benon/Me https://t.me/dailyscribbles

The theory of colors Long ago before enlightenment, Blue was my color, Like to have all shades of it. Summer, spring were my seasons, Bright sky caressing my lips, I would giggle. Blue was how I like to perceive myself, Gentle, kind, mysterious, alive, Blue was I, And I was blue, All I had and all I loved. Long before hitting puberty, I loved the image of blue in myself, As age goes by, Cautiously and slowly I started living, Saw hints of my blue fading away. One day I realized something, That blue was just a refractive white, Reflecting in my life, When my bright white started to dim, Blue became defeated, Black took the space. White as my persona, Blue my inner child, It came clear to me, That all colors are white’s product, If white was no longer alive, They would vanish, Only black will survive. After I started living, My blue devoid of its white, Spoke her farewells and left, All I was left was with black, A hint of joyous white once a while, To make it gloomy grayish sight. I need white for my blue to return, I have to seek what I left for others, To adapt as they say, Otherwise I will keep losing myself, I would be void of me, I would be none. https://t.me/dailyscribbles ✍Benon/Me

Life made me worn out so sorry if I am not energetic enough for you. ✍Benon/Me

He/Jesus has risen.....Hallelujah Happy Easter ✍Benon/Me

Dear heart Don’t lie to me, I know you for years, I’m your temple, On which you lay your shade, I’m your fortress, Spokesman of your desires. People spitting venom, I suppose, Heart throbbing anger, I controlled, The slightest comments I took inside, Fruitless Critics from left and right, Out of love, it may seem for them, But I get annoyed, Why? Don’t lie to me, I know you for years, If you’re discovering new feelings, Come and let’s chat about it. I should’ve the upper hand, I guess, I need to know what’s the matter, To achieve the stillness that I desire, A rope must be tied to your nucleus, No more going as you prefer, My heart, you need to respect yourself. ✍Benon/Me https://t.me/dailyscribbles

Movie Recommendation Title : Last holiday(2006) Genre : Rom-com Synopsis: A humble department store assistant who is told that she has a brain cancer and has a few weeks to live, decides to spend her remaining funds on a luxury holiday in Europe before she passes away. My rate : 7.5/10....Nostalgic

😔😔😭So true....