During winter, we often feel cold in our bodies and in our hearts. Overwhelmed and exhausted by our environment. Advertisements
Tonight under the clearest skies I look out through Thinking of you Baptizing stars with strangers’ names Wondering which is yours I blink and in an instant One of them is gone
If only you had not uttered that one sentence, She would not be crying, hurting where it matters the most Heart struck you bite your lip hoping Your gripping teeth could tear That senseless mouth of yours, And retreat silently to your room.
Resting in foliage shadows, I am contemplating the day I have had and what I could do of my remaining hours. I went hiking with my brother – we climbed up to lake Critol. I called my sister and my best friend. I had a great laugh with both of them.
I am stepping out the house, Hurrying down the flight of stairs, Fully equipped – I breathe in, and out – eager to flee The loud realm of my own soul. With each step, our world Feels like it is morphing, shifting Around me
Pressing on the bottle of anti-inflammatory cream, I am collecting the relieving, transparent fluid in my palm. I apply it on her ageing knees, Her arms, her back, Her hands – She tells me, they too have started misbehaving Sending flashes of pain and waves of paralysis,
Part 1 – Him She is sitting by herself, looking up A book in her hands, basking in the sunlight, Watching the lake ripples crash on the shore. All alone. I am watching her.
I wish I could make things better. I love you, and I love her. I chose me and I chose her, instead of you, And Caleb was born. I wish you could be his godfather, He is a great kid. He loves the ball. Remember how we used to play?
If we pay attention and watch closely Around us, or if we look back and observe Captures of moments past, They pop up and become evident Interactions, connections, links They are there – ever present, Obvious and exposed staring us In the eye – in the foreground Discreet and hidden – in the background
After a whole year of alarms ringing, Waking, hustling early every morning, Breakfast skipping, train rides and teaching, How good it feels to just lie there and chill. I am stirring quietly, letting my eyes open, When they will. Basking in delight, and smiling, I let the softness of the sheets brush against my skin.
Liberty brings you to life. You get up at wee hours in the morning, get out and enjoy the rise of a beautiful summer day. You run with the music humming in your ears. It is so empowering. So fulfilling. The world around you looks overwhelming.
Very few people see beyond appearances. It takes them forever to see me for who I really am. Here though, right there on screen, you can see right through me. There is no need to read between my lines. I make it clear. My soul is exposed, yet I am serene.