I touched God, In your sacred embrace, a rare offering, a treasure chest I could not deny, When you traced your fingers up my thoughts and up my thighs When you squeezed my scarlet heart with your tear filled eyes When you kissed my tender scars below that November sky When you rescued me from… Continue reading About Love and a Lover..
The mother bird ventures into the horizons of danger, unaware of the consequences of a foreign sky. She doesn't know whether she will find feed for her chirping nestlings or get trapped in a vicious storm. Doesn't matter, for the beauty lies not in her ability to survive but in her innate design that demands… Continue reading Abandonment of Fear
Do you ever wonder about self-respect? As humans we are expected to carry ourselves with respect. As a kid I always wondered what that meant. Those two words self and respect. I knew what respect meant. But I sincerely had no concept of self. How can I begin to respect myself when I don't even… Continue reading Self-respect starts with Self-acceptance
Dear Mr. Vincent, I am aware that you no longer reside in this universe of ours. I have been quite fascinated with your life ever since I listened to a song by Don McLean. The song was about you, and in that song I found stark similarities between you and I. I'm sure most of… Continue reading An Open Letter to Vincent Van Gogh
Moving on without an apology is tough. There's so much grief in the process. It keeps you up at night making you wonder what you could have done to save your relationship. I often wonder whether it was me because of whom the relationship ended. I have been gaslighted once or twice because of which… Continue reading Moving On Without An Apology
They don't like you. They like the idea of you. When they see the greatness of your love, they feel threatened. Because deep down they know they have loved not the entirety of you. Deep down they know they aren't capable of such fierce endeavours. They could never trail the confounding depths of your beauty.… Continue reading The Truth Behind Them
What do you see? Frothy waves? A pleasant sunset? Something beautiful to marvel at? Open oblivion? A scene from a movie you saw last night? Perhaps a memory? A good one? A sad one? A bad one? Maybe your dreams? Yearning a fulfillment? A higher purpose? Are you wonderstruck? Petrified? Are you thinking how Titanic… Continue reading Perspectives
Someone once asked me, to tell him something beautiful. I looked up and pondered for a while. My answer was just a word. Everything. A smile crawled across his face, dismissing the question. If only he knew what everything meant to me. Too vague a question for too vast an answer. It would take me… Continue reading The Beauty of Beauty