Writings

Silence is what remains when noise stops. It doesn’t move or draw attention. It sits between moments without saying anything. Things exist in it, but nothing is expressed.   Silence is what people need, at least some people Silence helps thinking, choosing between the hardest and easiest choices.   The silence which is around us makes our inner silence disappear, it awakens thoughts. Which are loud.   Varga Antónia   XII. H

The train moved away slowly, growing smaller until it disappeared. David stayed on the platform and watched the empty tracks. The air felt cool and still. He felt exposed, unsure without the train beneath him. He panicked. What had he done? He got of the train just because a stranger told him to. All these rushing thoughts came to David, as he became aware of himself and thought up. No, he had made the right decision. For years, he had run away from all of his problems, he sw

He hasn’t seen land for more than a month. He was all alone, out in the sea on his fragile little boat. He felt lonely but he didn’t lose hope. It all started as a normal day of work, when a huge storm caught his fishing boat and flew him away from the coast. He had only got food for a few days. Now, he had already eaten all his resources and had drunk all his water. He knew that without water, he would die, so to make drinking water from the salty seawater he used a known te

I can still remember myself buying you the most beautiful rose I could find, After which, I was so shy but at the same time excited that all of the feelings were going through my mind. When I saw you approaching me, you were stunning, it made me extremely blind. As we hugged each other, I somehow stuttered out my feelings, still you were very kind…   I still get goosebumps when I think back to the moment of exhilaration I had when you agreed to be my girlfriend, To be honest,

There once was a little finch that lived with his siblings up upon a big tree. Despite being the oldest, he couldn’t fly just yet, so he spent his days waiting to be fed by his parents. When he grew bored of waiting, he observed the world, fascinated. He admired the sky and the leaves covering it. He spent hours looking at the ground, where lush bushes hid the soil, but he most enjoyed watching his parents hunt. There was nothing more amusing to him than trying to trace his

One day we read the love tale of two turtles. This made me think about what love means to me. I think love is shown by feelings, not by objects or the presents. With objects or presents, we can show kindness and attention. Feelings are more important than objects or presents. Experiences are more important than the objects we get as presents. I feel it when my mom loves me, because she embraces me. I feel it when my dad loves me because he keeps his promises. When my sister

A storm is raging, the heart, racing, Chaos bears uncertainty above all, Lines engraved in the black of terror.   Alas, what should one be embracing, If not happiness, before the fall, True childhood, innocent mirror,   Faithful eyes, always worth the saving. One is a kid again after all, Angel of lilies, brave restorer. Fülöp Csenge-Anna XII. H

We walk the road together Through any kind of weather Small things are the best Better than the rest. The world is moving fast But our friendship will last I like the time we spend You are my best friend.   When clouds are in the sky You are always nearby We play and work all day In a very happy way. The road is never long When our team is very strong It is a fun day to end With my very best friend.   Bajnóczi Őrs

Yosa Buson: “The light of a candle is transferred to another candle -spring twilight” It is my strong conviction that at first one ought to seek the comprehension of this profound haiku, since its verses possess something truly meaningful and pithy. The entirety of the structure is  two mere lines, nonetheless, one might have trouble establishing the range of eclectic meanings that one candle’s light transferring to another one could possess. The poet suggests a sense of cont

"The light of a candle Is transferred to another candle – Spring twilight" INTRO Before I expose a single phrase about exotic Japanese poetry, I would require you to perform a peculiar experiment, in unison with me. Close your eyes for three consecutive seconds. Ready? One… two… three. Now open them. In the requested trio of seconds (hand gesture) you inhaled an average breath, perhaps two. In the wake of exhalation, heartbeat slowed, or perhaps might have picked up. A peculi

“The light of a candle Is transferred to another candle – Spring twilight” The thought-provoking haiku presents a simple enough image, yet it carries a profound meaning. At first glance, its verses describe hardly more than an ordinary, quiet   moment. Nonetheless, the more one reflects on their intricacies, the more one realizes that they refer to the ways values might be passed on to another, more often than not without loss to oneself. Indeed, the skeptics often inquire if

Thoughts upon a haiku   ‘the light of a candle is transfered to another candle -spring twilight’   The quote underlines the unfathomably high influence one’s behavior might have on the surrounding world. Should one spread empathy and generosity, others will remark on said acts of kindness. Furthermore, they will attempt to incorporate such random acts of kindness into their mundane activities. Thus, a so-called domino effect will inadvertently be triggered by actions of such

Thoughts on the following haiku:   ‘the light of a candle is transferred to another candle -spring twilight’   The heartwarming quote mentioned beforehand is an expression used to open symbolic eyes upon how much mere words and selfless acts of kindness might influence others’ perception of reality. Throughout our maturing process, having been perennially lectured on the essential nature of kindness, we just rolled our puppy eyes, oblivious of the realization that we could li

In dreamland, where you remain, Illusion already made, White lies, a perfect façade, With secrets, a flag of beige.   Law of heartbreak, awful pain, With nails I stitch all the sprains.   But excitement takes over, Seawater, lucky clover.   Full of surprises you are, Healing the ache and the scar, For you come with your guitar, To offer me every star. Fülöp Csenge XII. H

(Albert sits alone in his study. Papers are scattered across the desk. He chews the end of a pen, pacing in small, frantic circles.) Albert: I must win Phoebe’s heart. (He stops suddenly.) But what does a woman like? Flowers? (He shakes his head violently.) No, no, no – flowers are merely corpses pretending to be romantic. A terrible omen.   A pot of flowers, however… yes! Living, breathing, hopeful! Like me! (He scribbles furiously.) Chocolate? Ah, very fashionable indeed. B

The train arrived without ceremony, breathing steam like an animal. David stepped inside with uncertainty, but also excitement of the travel. He was traveling east, though the direction mattered less than the distance from his former life. It didn’t matter where he went, it only mattered that he had gone. For years, David had believed movement was a cure. New cities, new faces, new languages, each had offered a temporary relief from regret. Yet, as the train launched forward,

Until I got a dog, I didn’t know that I actually needed one. My life was a quiet one, I didn’t have to deal with anything hard, like taking care of a puppy.   Having dog is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced. He helps me make a daily routine, which I intended to have, and when he grows out the puppy phase he will help me get rid of my stress and anxiety.   But from the moment I got him, I knew that he would be my best friend.   Varga Antónia   XII. H

Life is a series of decisions, you can compare it to a Kahoot quiz. You may choose right or you can choose wrong. You can’t be always the first, so don’t compare yourself to others. And don’t try to copy them because you became who you are with your own way. If you choose right something good/positive may happen, but not every time, sometimes nothing happens. Nothing is most of the time better than something bad, something really, really bad. The right option is not always th

(Albert and Phoebe are sitting on the porch of the red house. When Phoebe starts to speak, she stands up and walks around the stage) Phoebe My dear fellow, have you ever thought about marriage? Albert Why yes, the thought has occurred! (He takes an engagement ring out of his pocket and shows it to the audience. He drops to one knee behind Phoebe, where she cannot see him.) Phoebe   (giggles) Me too. I have even prepared a little list of who I wouldn’t want to tie the knot wit

A long, long time ago, when people did not yet rule over the world, solely over themselves, two young boys swore to be brothers before friends. They did not know what this meant, but they traded blood. The cuts were nothing but nail-width scratches for a drop of blood to scurry through, creating an ethereal bond between the two which could only be broken through death. But the boys did not concern themselves with such magical consequences.   One day, one of them felt an unbea