Authenticity
I don’t want to influence people. If anything, I want to inspire them.⠀⠀I don’t want to drastically change the world around me with filters, confused as to which hues are true and which are not, all in the name of numbers and a curated feed.⠀⠀Instead I choose to present “me” as I am.⠀⠀Authentically.⠀⠀Not “#liveauthentic,” not…
A Bucket of Words
I used to act like words came from a bucket. And each time someone wrote something that perhaps I’d like to write — a book, or an article on a topic of interest for instance — it was as though their hand was sinking into that bucket to pull out the words they used. And…
Gossip
Vapid chatter floats through air once sweetMeditation disappears with conversation Better fit for pigs Topics worth their weight in dirtValues washed away with filth Insight swept beneath a rugEach syllable a sharp pierce to the earSilence permeated with senseless words Turns sour Archive 115
Falling birds
I was going for a run the other day when I came upon a dead bird on the sidewalk; a beautiful black, red, and white. There were no apparent injuries, certainly nothing to suggest an animal had caught it. It was just there, lying in the middle of the cracked cement, as though it had…
Essential
There’s so much we thought we « needed » But in an instant we were shown how little truly was Brought to our knees by an invisible fiend Suddenly told “none of this is essential” Closed doors and cancelled appointments scream “you should have been grateful”
Irony
There’s a rainstorm The liquid pouring downupon a newly sprouted flowerToo tiny to rise above the puddleit cannot reach the air Slowly it drownsMurdered by the elementthat helped it first to grow
The Anxiety of Time
Sometimes I feel like I’m standing in the midst of all that was, all that is, and all that will be — all at once.As though the past is right there, just out of reach: a thin veil behind me. I remember the people no longer here. Things that have already happened. And I FEEL…
An Ode to Bookshops
Palms on window panesNose pressed against glassA longing gaze towards shelves of treats All different colors, all different sizesBut each of them filledWithDelectable Divine Delightful Delicious WordsAnd worlds And adventuresAnd love And life And magicI long for the tiny bell to jingle as I push the door And find it unlocked To run my fingers…
A Love’s Façade
All along you thought it was a bed of rosesBut you’ve been accepting lies like flowersDrenched in the scent of deceitWell soon they’ll wilt, and then you’ll seeAs you look upon the faded colorsThat beauty was nothing A scamThe blooms that glow with a colorful hueAre only to blind from the truthThey charm you with…
Writing in the Dark
I’ve started writing in the dark. Writing in — and for— the bright, glittering world of social media has, more often than not, stolen my words from me. I remember when I started my first blog, back when I traveled to spend a semester abroad in India. It was just me, my words, and whomever…
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