Today I took the long road home. Not the shortest or the quickest or the most efficient route, But one that wound around the city and took me to places I hadn't been before.
Traffic, Smiles & Other Oddities
Second Life
I left a flower in my book I closed its pages, walked away. I thought I would come back And recover it another day.
Let’s Pretend, Just for a While
Come, sit with me for a moment. Let’s pretend this is a game. I’d like to give my pain another name, a different shape. Something ordinary enough to make sense of.
You’re not Listening …
If you’re quick to judge, quicker to insert your own truth, You’re not listening. If you say, “I know exactly how you feel,” Then talk about yourself, You’re not listening.
Untethered, Unafraid
Don’t keep me in your memories I’m not afraid to be forgotten. To be erased from Your thoughts Your heart Your life Your soul.
Dear Goddess Lakshmi, Do Not Come To Our Homes This Diwali
Dear Goddess Lakshmi, Do not come to our homes this Diwali. We have enough money to burn up in smoke even as our cities choke and suffocate. We wager our ill-gotten gains and surplus income on the serves of a card.
The Light Within
Today I needed a gentle hug, I needed to bask in some warm sunshine. Outside was dark and bleak and sad, So, I looked into this heart of mine. But it was just as dark in there, And cracked, and bruised and broken. But through it all I caught a glance, Of all the memories I had stored within.
Book Review: Keep it in the Family by John Marrs
In John Marrs' 'Keep it in the Family', the thrills are thrilling and the crimes are chilling. And, yet, it was a letdown. There's a special place in hell for books that accumulate every single hackneyed trope imaginable. This book made me very angry and I need to vent.
Silent Mornings, Perfect Mornings
The first hour after I've woken up is precious to me. I try and make the most of it. I don't talk, don't read the newspaper, and don't check social media. The only thing I do is sit in my balcony with a cup of coffee and stare away.
And every day, hope dies
What is hope? Some people think of it as an endless reservoir that supplies you with an unlimited amount of hope throughout your life. I think of it as something that is born, something that can die, and something that can be killed, too.
Fireflies and Fairylights 