Mad About the Boy

They asked me what love is. I said love is putting a gun to your head and hoping he doesn’t pull the trigger. It is crushing your heart in pieces- A selfless suicide, Where you burn and give him your ashes, To scatter in all the places he felt lonely. Love is taking forever in…

Fathers Departed

Legacies remain with the names of the fathers departed. Left behind are the footprints too big for their sons to be adequate. Superman’s cape became his tomb, too soon before he taught his son to fly. The son who’s heaven was built for him by the superhero’s sacrifice, Lives in the hell he thought was…

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“I wake up knowing that balance is the equilibrium of too little and too much. When it rains for days in the hillsides,  there will be vast landscapes that are starving. When my buckets are overflowing collecting rain water- I only realize that I may not have enough buckets. When my throat is too dry…

Do Institutions Understand what Millennial’s Need?

  At my first job, I often felt ashamed of being a millennial at the workplace- trying to prove to managers that I am not one of the: “Self-obsessed, entitled, egoistic generation that was given everything for nothing” as Simon Sinek so graciously put it. In spite of my efforts to break the mold- I…

Love and then Leave Me

Breath to breath we lay in one breath, Arm in arm we wrapped to one fault, bone to bone we broke in one stroke, skin to skin we latched on to lost hope We loved as one and collapsed into plenty- Poured into each other- we left each other empty My lungs latching onto lust,…

Curse of Living In Memorium

I have wasted years daydreaming and living in retrospect…… of the memories which became a different memory- like books about books which were inspired by other books. My quiet moments have become a murmuring library of shushing and turning pages, critiquing diaries of thought, where my past is a row of shelves categorized : for…

Quench for Purpose

Solomon pilgrimed to Babylon in search of purpose- Standing audience to false prophets, he read parables, – Yet between the lines he still didn’t know a truth for certain. His companions felt now a mare’s nest compared to the wisdom of veterans- So he changed his company to spend Sundays with the reborn who prosper…

**🎼 A LETTER FOR THE MAESTRO: 1949, (PART A) **🎼🎼

Alas my love you have arrived!!!! Besieged to thee I have surrendered to you- all. Cast on to me more – I am addicted to your spells……. Drunk on lust- you were brewed to thirst me. Ecstasy fuels my pupils at the sight of you, Floods my blood to a feverish crimson… Gathering my former…

Save Yourself

Do not make yourself a slumber if they do not dream at night,

Have you arrive with the stars while they yearn for less of your moonlight.