Christmas is around the corner and Santa is making his good and bad list. I wonder how does he do that. I wonder how does he define good or bad. As a kid I used to believe that being good means being kind and not hurting anyone mentally or physically. Then I grew up and had my things stolen, trust broken and ass grabbed by strangers and Continue reading “Being Good In A Funny World”
When the heart is slit open
Love drips like blood
Thick warm drops or red
Trickle down the chest and it’s painful.
It’s as if the air around you turns dense and heavy
Too heavy to carry, It starts to bend you, exhaust you,
But it’s not all in the air, you feel it in your body
There vacuum in your gut, in your chest
Trying to swallow you inside out,
It hurts physically, at the back of you eyes
In your throat, in your chest
And somewhere else
Somewhere inside you
Or maybe outside you
But the pain is so real
Yet you can’t point to a part of your body
And say “There, that’s where it hurts.“ Continue reading “So You Smile”
Can you imagine that moment of a coin toss before a big match when the coin is still in the air and everyone is holding their breath? That moment is my life. I often feel like a coin tossed in the air in slow motion, waiting for what seems like an eternity to drop either over my heads or tails and finally know my fate and then I can go on living my life.
There is this time of hope and uncertainty
After you sow a seed and before
You see a little sapling in its place.
Watering a patch of dirt day after day,
No proof or progress that your eyes can see,
Yet you believe in what it can be,
While on tenterhooks and in turmoil
You hold on to the dream of a mighty tree,
The nobility or the foolishness of that faith
Shall be proved with the fate of that seed.