Hele Lieve mensen,
Wat kan ik over mezelf vertellen? Op de eerste plaats ben ik gewoon ik. Als beroep ben ik kunstenaar, een schepper in van alles en nog wat. Ik probeer van het leven iets moois te maken en hoop dat mijn uitstraling anderen een goed gevoel geeft. Vaak hoef ik niets te zeggen; door mijn ogen zie ik de grote lijnen, die we allemaal in ons dragen.
Maar nu is het weer tijd om terug te keren naar de schrijftafel. Er wachten nog heel wat gedichten om geschreven te worden.
Tot iets later.
Afz.
Prem Ojas
careless whispers (net iets anders)
In the shadows, we once did glide,
Hand in hand, side by side.
On the floor, where hearts once swayed,
Now the echoes of regret invade.
As the music fades, and silence blooms,
I see the ghosts of silvered rooms,
Where every glance, every step we took,
Was a chapter in a tear-stained book.
I’m never gonna dance again,
Guilt-ridden feet refuse to spin.
Though I could fake, and play pretend,
Deep down, I know this will not mend.
I should have cherished, not betrayed,
The bond we had, so carelessly frayed.
Now the chance I had is gone,
The dance we shared, forever withdrawn.
Time won’t heal, it won’t amend,
The careless whispers that did offend.
In truth, there’s only aching pain,
A love lost, no hope to regain.
The night is loud, but I feel so cold,
The crowd’s a blur, my heart grows old.
Perhaps it’s best we part this way,
Lest words unsaid lead us astray.
We could have danced, our story grand,
Together, we’d have made a stand.
But now, who’s left to sway with me?
Without you, I am lost at sea.
I’m never gonna dance again,
Guilty feet refuse to spin.
Though I could fake, and play pretend,
Deep down, I know this will not mend.
Now that you’re gone, I see so clear,
The wrongs I did that brought us here.
If only time could reverse the song,
But now, alone, I must carry on.
Love you still, though you’re no more,
Your music echoes, forever adored.
A kunst project, STOP DE STILTE, we resign,
But in my heart, you’ll always shine.