Eyes that are sharp and bright,
like his mind.
Big, clear… pure,
like his soul.
Eyes that are black.
An ensorcelling, sparkling black —
An onyx on a moonless night,
graced by but a few stars,
catches even the faint light
An onyx that glistens
even on a dark night;
in the absence of light.
Gleaming – distinct in the dark.
The one you love is gone.
The wound did tear your heart.
and while the scar seems pale,
The pain still grips your soul.
My love can feel your love,
thus knows it’s not for me.
You think this love is mine,
I know it cannot be.
Humanity believes in Karma.
Punishment for sins
and rewards for righteousness.
Through its myriad reincarnations
the soul attains Nirvana
when the cache of Karma is drained.
And thus, I believe
my love for you is a prayer —
a surrender to the Almighty
with a plea
that in this life, and in this life alone,
I am exempted
from the hardships
I am to endure, for this
sinner soul deserves not
The wind is an emotion of the land and the ocean.
It is a record of every hour, every minute spent in motion.
The wind is a story of the world and its history.
A memoir of moments, whether war or prosperity.
Of every human sold and of every soaring eagle,
the wind is the narrative, the only real chronicle.
The wind is a memory, the song of every bird caged or free.
The wind is a story of the world and its history.
Amidst the clouds, the stars sparkle,
as if hiding a secret.
Afront the stars the clouds stay,
as if guarding the secret.
It is this mystery of the skies
that keeps me up at night,
And the dazzle of it all
that keeps me looking for the light.
“Maria, you are still sleeping!”, my roommate exclaims as she walks in. I open my eyes and jump out of bed. Giving her a hug, I run to the door. I’ve been waiting for them all day… for him, actually. That’s when I stop short, and turn to the mirror. Staring into the reflection of my eyes, I chastise myself, “What are you doing?! You can’t be enslaved by your emotions! You know none of this is for you. Don’t you dare tarnish the treasure of this friendship”. My smile turns forced as I leave the room.
I greet them all, desperately trying to internalise the aura of bliss surrounding me. I’m hanging onto every word they say, laughing at every jest and jibe, making an effort not to look around for him… yet, at one weak moment, when my senses elude me I steal a glance at the doorway, where he appears. His startled jerk when he sees me is covered by a laugh as he says, “You scared me”, reaching for a hug I inevitably return. As I feel myself melting in the warmth of his embrace, I tell myself that I must be rigid, frigid, and gelid. I tell myself that nothing can make me falter, not even the love I can’t deny I have for him. Interrupting my angry monologue, he pulls away and says, “I missed you”. View Post
A deep thinker.
Maybe a brave adventurer.
Quite strong; a little broken.
But determined never to fear.
Have an abyss for a heart,
Because I’ve been betrayed and torn apart.
But with an unwavering faith in God,
I know I’ll follow a righteous path.
Grounded because of regrets.
And while I’m no Lady Macbeth,
A little arrogant because of ambitions.
Not prudent, yet patient and peaceful.
For every blessing, I can’t express how much I’m grateful. View Post
Violence. Is it genocide? Is it homicide?
No; it is the frustration of many unheard cries.
Cries for freedom, for rights, for education.
Virtues that an orthodox world fails to give.
When deprived of these blessings the mind is tortured,
The dormant seed of violence is nurtured.
And with time this torment grows to power,
That one day, will the whole world devour. View Post
After months, if not years, of excruciating heartbreak,
An emotion I sure once did deem was fake,
After all of the tears and the fears it did bring,
I decided, at last, I must put a stop to this thing.
So did I venture, deep into my soul,
And turned my heart into an icy hellhole.
A frozen inferno did but not any good,
Even after I had done all I thought that I could.
Then along with my pain, I turned all of my sorrow,
Into a deep abyss, a large heartless hollow.
The breeze fluttered into the room and softly rustled the flowers around me. Papers on the receptionist’s desk inched closer to her, the chimes on the window hummed a sweet little tune, and the eager wind lifted the edges of my simple black coat, because of which I now felt poorly dressed for my interview.
The room was big enough to seat about nine people at distances, but one would still be able to hear their hushed tones of talk. It was airy and opulent, with an aura of regality that made me feel small. The floors were a magnificent hand-scraped dark wood that ran lengthwise and reached up to the wall two-thirds of the way, as if in impetus from the run. Above the wood, the walls graced a stunning, but simple, taupe-on-taupe damask wallpaper that glistened in the light from the chandelier. Twenty feet above me, the chandelier looked like a glamorous, miniature version of the sun. Little crystal ‘droplets’ projected unnoticed spectra on the walls. I was not expecting my prospective office to be so elegant and sophisticated. View Post