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
I was scrolling through my IG feed when I stumbled upon a post thanking Mary Oliver. My heart broke a little when I read on and discovered that she died on January 17. Her poems are a balm to the soul. This gem of a poem will always resonate with me so much. Mysteries, … More So Long, Mary Oliver
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
It’s a slow day. The clock is ticking loudly, magnified by the complete silence that envelops my room on late afternoons. There’s nothing to do here. I’m bored out of my skin. Just to have something to do, I put on some music. And then restlessly, I walk back and forth, as if trying to … More Dreaming of Chocolates
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
Sometimes there are things you want to say
And you’re all but bursting with it, like a child
Running outside into the rain, happy and carefree … More In Remembrance
I want to say something profound.
“we’re only ever certain of uncertainties”?
Or would that be too deep,
hitting too close to home? … More A Litany Before Goodbye
I’ve woven our story in the stars If I could I will keep it in a jar But there is nothing I can call ours Except from the tears and the scars