For the past month or so I’ve been hooked on Ugly Betty, watching it day and night until there was no more. The last episode left me empty and with a desire to move to Europe. It led me to write this piece, Betty being a writer and all, and that too in London. That … More Ode to Betty
Thought is where evil begins and where evil resides. To kill thought is to kill evil. That evil that accumulates micro-negative thoughts over time. Harnessing them. Brewing them. Stoking the fires of hell inside our minds. Sticky residue starts to build up from the smoke, tasting bitter on our tongues. Despite its tries, there’s always … More Curbing the evil
Stress overtook my life during the past year. Like when you pour dressing over your salad and it weasels its way everywhere without any control. There was no stopping it. There was no seeing where it had even permeated. Until I somehow decided to just let the fear freakin’ go. It wasn’t a sudden decision … More Reminder to self: remain free
No commercial agenda. No desire for validation. Just my fingers jabbing away at my keyboard unconsciously, living the romantic notion of writing. Hopeful European-esque movie soundtrack playing in the background as I transport myself to an imaginary time and land of the past. Currently picturing myself as Julia Childs as she stays on my TV … More Back to basics
Acceptance is an act of the heart, not the mind. I read this sentence a couple of years ago and thought that it was supremely profound. Never before had I looked at “acceptance” in this way so reading such a different thought was very interesting. However, I struggled to understand what this meant in practice. … More Acceptance is an act of the heart, not the mind.
Tears of silence You make me wet every time One drop every second Slowly and slowly Echoing through the years Pulsing beat by beat Struming along with the river flow Tears of silence You make me want to scream
The rain falls freely Playing beats on my umbrella instinctively The candle burns ferociously Giving my face a glow instinctively The wind swhooshes in abundance Leaving me in a typhoon instinctively We live our lives in ordinance Imprinting this earth instinctively Daily Prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/instinct/
There is a word that makes us utter platitudes A word that only allows accommodation of banal ideas With it as our armour, only triviality survives With it we get stuck in a pattern to write the clichés of our lives For the Daily Prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pattern/
Sitting on one syllable lines Wondering if you’ll speak those to me These empty nights wake me up My busy mind wanting to know the answer Awaiting a storm, a roar, a clink Not the sounds I’ll hear outside That’s why I’ll just keep sitting on these one syllable lines Until you find the courage … More one syllable lines
you give me a strand of love that I wish to latch on to but I can only give you a strand of silence that you try to escape from when will you realize we’re just connected with broken lines
discovering the unknowns 