If old benches and bikes remind you of grandparents, think again. Ascending those creaky stairs is daunting, but I make the journey with resilience. The space at the top may be modest, but it's all I need to thrive—a bed, a microwave, a chair, and a table with a reading lamp. The bike parked below … Continue reading A star – yet to be born
I look backand wonder sometimeswhat brought me heredespite memy brashnessmy rebellious instinctsthat alienatedmore than attractedcentres of power I look at the lineson my ageing palmdarker and deeperand find solacein a small part of methat I still holdin my firm grip despiteunfulfilled ambitionsforgotten dreamsunrealistic thoughtsa world I imaginedbut never owned yet I existand there cannotbe a … Continue reading Yet, I live
landing with a thumpshocks, it does not hurt as muchon familiar groundwhat breaks my back painlesslyare beliefs that fall with me Tanka Tuesday
Give me the strengthto row my boat on rocky roadsto walk on clouds, float in the skyon wild and whacky waves, let me fly Take away my fearsliberate from limited vision;dump perspectives for the wholeto feel the seamlessness of truth Photo Challenge #545
let magnanimityof the universehit with a bang oceans be served in bowlssunlight in wick-lampsmountains in my backyardprotect against pain let angels dropfrom Heavenin my prayers to makehospitalsredundantwealth abundant let Peaceoverrulepolitics and war Quadrille #214
The teacher had this nasty habit of writing test scores on the board. The toppers enjoyed the applause for sure, but many secretly wished it was not all put out in the open. Why should everyone know he prefers playing with his dog to solving algebra equations? Nobody cares to know that he draws and … Continue reading My teacher will disagree
