It’s curious how some truths creep up on you during the lulls of the day, like how you feel too much and could have easily destroyed yourself, if you let it. How fragile are the threads holding you together, how temporary. How every minute feels like you’re buying time. And sometimes how rare moments, like … More A Snippet from My Chaotic Mind
Listen. Do you hear the warble of meadow larks?
The sweet gush of spring nearby? … More A Brief Interlude
So much for resolutions. … More And So We Begin Again
Then and now seem to morph into each other that I sometimes cling madly to each passing moment. Now another year marks my time on earth. The past 12 months have been a rollercoaster ride and they have passed by in one happy blur. I choose happy because even though the lows frequently visited, the … More 27 Realisations after 27 Revolutions Around the Sun
A Cautionary Tale Be careful of the things You say at 1 am When the quiet of the night Becomes unbearable And you try to drown The silence with a confession. Your heart on your throat – Beating, beating, beating Like the drum of an impending war. And it is war, What is happening inside … More A Cautionary Tale
From the brilliant mind of Marcus Aurelius: To feel affection for people even when they make mistakes is uniquely human. You can do it, if you simply recognize: that they’re human too, that they act out of ignorance, against their will, and that you’ll both be dead before long. And, above all, that they haven’t … More Putting Things in Perspective
Looking into your eyes is descending into chaos Of lost dreams and forgotten yearnings You look at me as if I am a mirage Who will vanish as you step closer Can I blame you though when it was me Who cut off the road to all the maybes?
You and I have seen it coming But you still tremble in fear With the very thought of dying Of letting go something dear You say we have to stay the same Stay where we are, stay as we are You put too much trust in the now And I want to discard all but … More We are Supernovas Waiting to Happen
I have a peculiar way of defining freedom
It is more than casting invisible chains off
Or retreating to my reclusive realm … More Between Now and Distant Memory
The tale that started with Nietzsche and ended with Karenin. I was introduced to Milan Kundera and his book two years ago. Talking to one of my dear friends at work who was taking up her master’s in literature, I was suddenly struck by her enthusiasm for The Unbearable Lightness of Being that it made … More The Unbearable Lightness of Being: A Review