You don't write because you want to say something. You write because you have something to say.
“I would’ve thought you are a writer.” I don’t know what it is that the girl in the chocolate store in Belgium saw in me, but it was more than I had ever seen in myself. She saw my truth, she saw me for who I was. Writing has been my singular truth long since […]
I hesitate to write, it’s a new feeling. My mind is blank, or maybe too cluttered? There is no prompt today, there hasn’t been for a while. I’ve been avoiding it. I shy away from words, I don’t know my story yet. Excuse. It’s the end I am mistaking it for, forgetting there will be […]
“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist It’s been over a decade from when I first read the book. I wouldn’t give myself the credit to fully appreciate it back then. I was such a different person, with such a different dream. Mine, but not […]
“Should I be worried?” you asked me. And I was quick to blurt out an emphatic NO. I didn’t want to lose you, I thought. But I never did have you, so what did I fear losing? Could anyone take away what I feel for you? Could anyone take away the beat my heart skips […]
This was a song that once brought me angst /Today that has flipped to a positive headline / Better days are here to come / Better days are here // What changed was not the world around me, but me.More precisely – my state of mind. There are days when you pour your heart and […]
Write. Because you have something to say.But what if I don’t know how to?Doesn’t matter.You have something to say.It’s been over a month.Doesn’t matter.Too many things have happened.So start with one.You make the rules, you draw your boundaries. Start here.You let life get in the way of your words, and yet your words get you […]
One of the many side effects of living away from “home”, of opening your world, or better yet your mind – it’s just not enough, nothing. Where do I belong? A question that haunts me in broad daylight, one I know is not unique to me, yet is my very own. You are not born […]
It’s so easy to think of what’s just happened as unreal. Last morning I was in Paris, later on New York. It’s times like this when my life can feel pretty unreal to me. Was this something I had imagined? Or did I expect it? Or was it such a wild dream that still feels […]
A room full of people, unknownMuch different, alikeSongs, poems, and storiesOne theme – Resistance Young children they wereA voice they hadSomething to sayAbout – Resistance She sang a songI’ve grown up singingWe shall overcomeSoon, SomedayWith – Resistance They played a tuneI’ve known the rhythmYet tears rolled downWithout – Resistance Stories were sharedFears and hopes feltTogether […]
Such is the way of life of a wise person – retiring to their inner self, in their own company. I’ve started 2019 on a questioning note, which now that I think about it, makes total sense – it’s a natural response to observing. Not all that pleasant, not all I wanted. Yet good. And […]
