Writings

"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

As we go on the stony path leading into the soul of the forest, the numerous minute insects and butterflies are extremely intriguing, thanks to their unpredictable movements and fluttering. Continuing our way, we can observe different-sized chasms, which were dug up by some tiny souls trying to survive and make it through the cold winter, while orbiting around the forest in hope of putting hands on some nutrition and water. As the winter slowly but surely passes, we can hear

On a quiet afternoon, Anna was sitting nearby the window of a small café in London. Outside, the rain was falling softly, and the streets were full of people running home after a long workday. The warm light inside the café made Anna feel a little safer. She had just moved to the city a few weeks earlier, and everything still felt strange and lonely for her. Anna left her hometown, however, she wanted more from life. She dreamed of finding a job that she loved.  She opened h

I feel like I’m floating. Like I’ve suddenly became a tiny, imperceptible, innocuous feather, trying to preserve its spirit of life, attempting to cherish its fate, as it chose it for itself. I’m not able to see beyond my limits, there’s only vacancy in my sight. I’m confused, I have absolutely no idea what my purpose is, what is the point of me wandering about in perplexity. After brief deliberation it occurs to me: solitude is my only company in this – I dare to claim –

I keep forgetting that time doesn’t owe me an explanation. It just happens like a fridge humming in the other room, or a text I reread even though I knew exactly what it said. Today I wanted to be better, and drink the coffee while it’s hot . I failed by midnight. There was a moment, standing in the kitchen, barefoot, with crumbs on the counter. The moonlight did that thing where it pretends time is going to heal everything. For a second, I believed it, and I think that’s the

Amber rays of the sun tint the sky each day, The moon that shines at nigh lights up the way. Both live in the same house, but the times are never the same. One leaves as the other comes, like a quiet, endless game.   We think of them as a pair, like land and sea. But we forget about distance that we cannot see. Two completely different words, walking the sky, holding a torch. One we landed on, one we can’t even approach.   Once in a while they do finally meet, hug as time fli

It was a long time ago when I and my best friend, Zsofi went ice-skating. Everything was fine until I saw something suspicious. On the ground something was written, at first I couldn't read what it was, because it was written with a light colour. I sat down, because I wanted to see what was it. I looked closer, and I saw a camera under the ice. I was confused. I told Zsofi what I saw, but she didn't believe me. I wanted to show  her, but until we arrived there it was gone (w

Joe was in a desert, and all he saw was sand, everywhere he looked. He knew it was essential for him to find water soon or he would die, and a place where he could sleep would be great too, as deserts get freezing during the night. He walked slowly, feeling that his body could give up at any time, and then he saw it. A small village with around five wooden cabins, and people around. This sight gave him hope, and soon he was among the houses, trying to talk to the people. Luck

It all took place an a foggy autumn day. Rain was pouring outside, covering the craggy landscape of the outrageous mountains embellished with sprinkles of snow. Among these mountains lays a tiny cottage, which gives home to Lucas And Andreas, two siblings, both petulant and absentminded. They had been foes ever since the day they had ventured into the broad world. One day, as Lucas was scolding Andrew for being deceitful by stealing and casting away his school project, his br

It's going to be a while... Until you figure out for yourself what Christmas is really about.   But until then you have all the time in the world to be just a kid who couldn't care less   about the peace, about the love, about the forgiveness, about the holiness.   You are lucky enough to keep wishing and whining for all the presents the expensive gifts every shiny object that enters your sight.   It's going to be a while... And I wouldn't trade it for a single thing. Csete B