She walked a while Maybe a little farther than she'd expected she could. She walked some more Maybe a little deeper into the tunnel than she ever would. And she doesn't know why, she fell. "I'm skilled enough at walking..." She said; And yet she tripped. And hurt herself.
I write you. You read me. There's two sides to every story. There is you and summer. Me and spring. You and winter. Autumn is ours, because we fall.
WE ARE MOTHS... We're otherworldly beings seemingly moths but not quite. We choose the flame, but not by instinct. We choose the flame, because fire is ecstacy; and we do not feel the burn. Only when we leave the flames... Only then does the pain sink in.
Humility. Is what changes a person. And Service changes us.
Love is a verb, Some genius once said. And we do it, babe. So I guess love is that.. exactly. A verb we play, we do. We get addicted to.
As bright as a golden spoon's head, High atop the city and me, It shines brighter than the headlight Of the sedan following me!
The photographer clicks; I bleed. The photographer waits; I sit. The photographer looks for the best angle, I look for the right words. I look for the right words. The photographer waits for the right moment, I do too. I do too. A photograph can only tell so much, as a stanza in a poem will… Continue reading You Click, I Write
Not much is known yet, perhaps not much will ever be. 4 killed, 40 injured... an increasing count. Experts analyzing their way through. Witnesses trying to make to sense of it all. On the day of an anniversary, another event occurs. But WE are better than this. WE will be better than this. My prayers… Continue reading #PrayforLondon
I want to tell you where I've been. For the past month or so now. It's only been that short, but... So here goes my story. Of looking for spontaneity. Went right on to Play Store one night, typed in "friends" and a whole lot of results swarmed in. Chat rooms, huh? Seem cool. Okay.… Continue reading Where I’ve Been
I am not lucky I am free. I am not lucky I am able to enjoy some of the finer things in life. Sure as hell ain’t lucky that I have all my limbs. I am not unlucky that I have pneumonia. I am not lucky I am able to eat three meals a day… Continue reading THE LACK OF IT
Maybe the reason she can never really shut her trap, is because she was told to be silent all her life. And when at last her mouth was free, overwhelming freedom became her sole defense. Bombarding those who oppose her with bombs however hollow they may be. All of them, the same ... the words… Continue reading Her Silent Mouth
Maybe it's just us; Or maybe it's just how things go; I realized that fate; Will never tell you so. You meet, you greet, you leave And then hearts are broken, and crushed; Because fate is a devil and a saint; Both at the same time.
Too bad we live in different times Too bad we met by the screen But it may not be too bad; We live in the same place, See the same sky See the same seas Feel the same breeze Yeah. Maybe...
No longer jobless Had the interview on the 15th It was fine, like any other The owner and her husband took turns I was shivering I do not know why though Probably because the room was really cold Or that they were looking at me with Eyes like vultures Peering into you thawing your skills… Continue reading Jobless
To Snow White: I know you won't hear this. I know you wouldn't understand. I can't imagine what you're going through. Probably not much. Or probably too much. The first two died after birth. The third, died last night. I didn't have the strength to tell you. I hope you understood why I kept feeding… Continue reading And Her Pups