evening snake

Where is my home? Outside, the evening snake is lit, on right it’s filled with patches of white, on left it’s a strawberry jam of red. Wait, perhaps, it’s not a snake, it is but, a curved paved skin of earth, where tiny, tiny, earthlings who think they own the world, are scrambling inside their […]

b o t t o m l e s s (a pantoum)

Sip those sunsets, time isn’t bottomless. Let that cold wind kiss your deep dark tresses, while your soul sinks with ‘nother day’s eggress. Sshh, be still, as evening sky undresses. Let that cold wind kiss your deep dark tresses. Tired feet, be bare, let dusts be your toes guests. Shh, be still, as evening sky […]

A Look Back to Move Forward

It’s almost two in the morning, I am supposed to be sleeping, probably paddling through the river of dreams this night has to offer. My eyes are sleepy, my body at less than 5% of mortal battery, still I get up, still I write. The soul would never let this wee hours — when the […]

#IndianInsights No. 1

Hello, everyone! I’ve been out and about for some good reasons. Work. Life. Birthday. and. Travel. Before my birthday month ended, I embarked into a once-in-a-lifetime adventure. A solo trip to India, my first out-of-the-country alone! And I would like to share with you my learnings and realizations via #IndianInsights series. I hope you’ll enjoy […]

Endings and Beginnings (2017 Edition)

Oh, what a rollercoaster you have been, 2017? The leaves of this year’s calendar is all but gone. With Sara Bareilles “December” playing on my background, with the lyrics: Distill a whole year down into a day Act like we all start over with a pristine slate But to get yourself a new life you’ve […]

Alarm

the noisy alarm dings, like the starting bell of boxing, another fight, another day, begins. with the routine task of waking, eating, commuting, working, eating, working, commuting, eating, sleeping, repeat, repeat, repeat, may I not lost my value, my worth, my purpose, my dreams, under the haystack of mundanes in the world of routines, before my […]

Crossing (Her) Bridge

Sweaty, cold hands grip the cold rails, agonized eyes stare at her almost fading trails– footprints of all she has done, mud piles of all her missed fun, holed-patches of all she has lost, unturned stones of her dreams still at frost. Waiting lungs heave one deep, deep breath, shaky foot finally decided to take its […]

Reflected Answer: Writing 101, Day 2

Have I made the right decision to quit my former job? When articles, tasks, welcomed me like a mob. – Have I made the right choice to become a writer? When my brain cells sometimes falter? – Have I made the right turn to pursue my dreams? When the reality is not always what it […]