It will not happen when I want it. It will take its own time I’ve realised. Certain experiences, and people. It’s a pure thing, writing. It won’t happen if the purpose is wicked and untrue. It won’t even come close if it finds out I’m doing this for fortune. Glory or anything worldly. Smart thing, … More Smart thing
Home is somewhere you wanna hurry to when someone’s leaving. Who was there till just last minute. You think of your mother, the junkets they would be making at this time to nosh down after lunch. The dinner table is a muck meantime. With some cabbage leaves pushed to the side of the wall. Chopped … More The feeling of home
Some lines when I’m writing, some thoughts so raw. Truest. I don’t have to wait. I know even before it ends that it’s gonna cross 70 likes and have a comment or two on Instagram.
Sandles lay. A coconut tree on it. Pillow in the middle of the bed, not that it forgot where to sit. This place is like that. Both doors of wadrobe are sightly opened. Inside are things to be cleaned, waiting for a sunday, but doesn’t have to be the following one. That’s not a normal … More My Pg stinks at times
When madame in school thumped my plam with a scale, my cells turned red. When my mother comes the next day, concerned, climbing the stairs much as I don’t remember asking her to; I see her from the top stair. A clutch in her hand. She folds the umbrella. Roof pouring. Madame was sorry already. … More Beena madame
And when Anna, Jane flee I didn’t want to partake with the others perceiving their walking away. Nestled we all were, at the doorstep I wanted go. With them I found their high living my comforts. I saw no better clan. But they wouldn’t hearken me. In brown skirts. Someone told them it was a … More More of Anna, Jane
This Valentine’s. Be so damn good at what you do, and fall in love. Creatively than you ever have. Art for me. Everyday has been one when I’ve written down my thoughts so raw. About flowers, rose plants, uncle henry and home. Ranch and leaves. To know my deepest truth, to know how pure life … More Dreams. They say come true.