Self-discovery

Walk that unmarked path into the woods, endless timber Of tears, fears, joy… the trail rediscovers, uncovers And when you return in ten months or ten years In the mirror, there is a new creature, a new calibre. Advertisements

“It was always the other way round”

The Moment ~ Poem by Margaret Atwood (A poem on the pride of man, and the grace of nature) The moment when, after many years of hard work and having a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, knowing at last how you got there, and…

How to Slow Down Time (Read Slowly)

The speed of life accelerates with eyes glued to a phone. It doubles when it comes to swiping the ice-pucks on super portables. Don’t even get me started on the rocketing effect that laptops have on time. (Think Sims 3 and Minecraft: Games that take us hours to build and draft) ~ When I sing a…

Wedding Ring

It wasn’t anything special, really. No fireworks of epiphany, nor people trumpeting things, loudly in my face. I was on the way home after work today and I caught sight of an indian man’s wedding ring. It was wedged uncomfortably on his oversized fourth finger – and it looked to me the most ordinary thing…

Bi(r)d Her Farewell

Said the homeless sparrow to the pigeon: “My heart is like a little kingdom And you, a trapped pigeon If only I could let you out (But I cannot) And I’ll have my freedom,” ~ The pigeon kept silent. ~ Sparrow continued to sing, “Your mind is like a little nest And I, your happy…

The Phantom’s Poem

The furry monkey clanged cymbals In a blind stupor, timelessly; and perhaps too, sympathetically. ~ Gaston tells a murky love-tale A fairytale of reality, one littered with broken stars Of easy laughter, makeup, and singing Of dancing feet and colourful masks ~ We are Ushered into the very soul of a lover Where we numbly watch A…

Colours Of God

Purple, blue, brown, green The colours of love aren’t always in shades of red Pink, orange, turquoise, grey Portrayed in Jesus’ words, back in his day Yellow, cyan, lilac, violet “Make up the heavens’ hues,” says a lover-pilot Even white or black, trace them back You’ll find It all first were birthed in his mind Colours…

love that never ends

“I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, I’ll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.” – Wystan Hugh Auden

Love

“Even After All this time The Sun never says to the Earth, “You owe me.” Look What happens With a love like that, It lights the whole sky.” ― حافظ I want to believe in a love like that.