You don't write because you want to say something. You write because you have something to say.
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 […]
Discovery. It was the word of 2018. I don’t think I would have chosen it so, had I written this post at the close of last year. But that’s what I ended up discovering. I discovered a lot of things this year – about people, my people, places (past and yet to come), about life […]
adjective : Bound. Committed. Attached. Attachment, it’s a dangerous place to be in. Because isn’t it , by definition, an add on, extension, an extra part (not inherent?). And yet most of this is exactly where we all live – in attachment – of someone, something, some place. The moment you gain a sense of attachment, […]
I began to thinkwhat do I wantthis year was about finding just thatnow it’s come to closeand I’ve never felt so lost It made me thinkwhat do I wantthat’s when I started finding myself… Deep within (it really is where the answers lie)But how often do we ever start there?How often do we even look […]
There used to be a time, not so long ago, (well actually…pretty long ago), when I would write out my agony, the emotions that defined me. It was the inception of my relationship with poetry. Oh the sweet, sweet years of teenage, where every emotion that you feel is as high as heaven, as fiery as […]
“It maybe that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work, and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.” – Wendell Berry I know not what I look for, or what I yearn / I know not what is missing […]
That one day you will be living in the city of your dreams / That one day day you will be living the life you hadn’t even dreamed of / That one day you will be living life outside the usual narrative, and it will be fabulous / That one day you will be sitting […]
Blank – like a canvas. I write, I erase, I type, I delete. A thousand thoughts and no words at all. Blank – like a canvas. A restlessness, few feelings too many. This is where it all began. Outlet through words, a mind’s escape, my mind. A dream of today, born many yesterdays ago. A […]
312 days. Along this journey, which by no means is complete (or even close to), I’ve stumbled a million times, fallen a few hundred of those, and even failed in some versions. But somehow, I found it in myself, and through stories of others, to keep moving forward, one foot in front of the other. […]
