deep in the woods, stands a story untoldsomeone drove there, remained in the foldgrapevines say so, that he did not returna novelist who struck an idea on the run someone drove there, remained in the foldwho knows what truth is buried under molda novelist who struck an idea on the rundid he meet a wandering … Continue reading Deep in the woods…
It is a night unlike another. Tomorrow could see him taking off for greener pastures or pulled back in the same cesspool. The appointment letter is in hand, but his family is not happy about his emigration to another country. The skies are dark gray and laden with clouds. A storm is expected to hit … Continue reading Storm
https://open.spotify.com/episode/1xa508aKqkvTdKteEqP87u?si=c1ab7addc38d44e5 “I don’t want that empty space in the shelf to become a negative space, to take away something from the future.” “I guess we’ll put some games and toys there.” The librarian thinks aloud. “No. It needs to be a value-add, not a filler.” “What do you have in mind?” “Books on financial literacy. … Continue reading Empty space
https://open.spotify.com/episode/3jQEz3pIf9zVVuegisWFOe?si=c0cd5ad73f2544fb Why do clouds look like angry birds, hungry for revenge on invisible enemies? Anger lives in territories of its own, with deep roots and repressed emotions. It changes its language, depending on who or what it is directed at. I wonder if they recognise their own reflections. How do they label it? Angry birds … Continue reading Anger
https://open.spotify.com/episode/5bQwNbfCAOWgaYPFRYJbbG?si=3ce8bbabb8cc4da3 The brush feels awkward between my fingers. I’d rather draw dark figures with a charcoal pencil. I’m trained to do that, and it feels effortless. I see kids handle the brush deftly. Splashes of paint blossom into flowers. Onlookers in the cafe make me self-conscious. I don’t want to fail or look stupid. The … Continue reading Unfolding
https://open.spotify.com/episode/30kFnxQZuwSnDzGF7QzxDA?si=7f5be44293cd4e3d It takes courage to stand alone, stark in the darkness. There are no lights blinking on that grey building, despite the fact that we are in the last week of the calendar year. Do the residents belong to a different cult? Are they mourning a loss? Or are they simply not there? The last … Continue reading At the stroke of twelve
When I elevated you and was pushed downI voted you to power, to look like a clownI'm not imbecile, and I want my rightsHobson's choice - just one long night I voted you to power, to look like a clownThere was no one there, but your fake smileHobson's choice - just one long nightI'll jump … Continue reading No choice
“How can a place remain unchanged for decades? Progress bypasses certain lethargic mindsets and places.” “What makes you say that, Uncle John? The eatery at the corner has just sprung up.” “The yellow-and-black number plates on cabs, the style of parking with two wheels on the sidewalk, and people rushing towards the railway station in … Continue reading No progress
I like ladders, but there's a snake in some squaresI've sticks and stones to beat it withbuild a house with blocks to keep me safeMy house has ladders to take me to the sky I've sticks and stones to beat it withSerpents can't pull me down in dark holesMy house has ladders to take me … Continue reading A child’s world
https://open.spotify.com/episode/3jMtrSRXSezJ8NAM4oXWqL?si=269a627cf8a349c8 Rehab is no joke, especially if you happen to be a celebrity’s son grown in the lap of luxury. Those inmates I consider below my dignity to interact with, have seen me crying - defenceless, helpless - not the prince I’m supposed to be. They say I’ll overcome the blues one day, and go … Continue reading Underwater
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