What is hiding in the shadows?Who is this demon? How have I not crossed paths with it yet? I have been lurking around in this darkness since the dawn of this moonless night.Who is this ghoul that managed to save itself from my quest? Has my search been hasty? Have I missed some corners? I …
The Moon
I had sworn. I had sworn I will never write about the Moon. It did. It made me gasp at its beauty each time I looked at it; filled me with endearing wonderment for the silver it spilled; had me looking for a braveheart who had the courage to bring it down for me; I kept …
The One about Rains and Hearts
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wb3BwdBdUdY&feature=youtu.be I spilled colors on a rather blank canvas. They dripped off the edges, down in a puddle of water, giving colors to a rather blank sky… An illusion some people so need. Rains mark my favorite time of the year. Those few minutes of Earthen fragrances sent afloat by the happy soils… The beauty …
The one about Butterflies and Hope
Have you ever seen a butterfly grow out of her cocoon? Her wings are the first to greet the first Sun of her new life. Do you know why? It’s a victory ritual. A token to celebrate everything she survived. To celebrate all that made her into who she is now. The last of the …
Old and Enchanted…
I love walking down the woody trails of old and enchanted forests. The sound of twigs cracking under your feet, leaves rustling to the dance of lost winds, thick fragrances of mosses hanging in the air, a river flowing afar, and the way everything falls into symphony- a symphony to drown into- a symphony to …
Hiraeth
Water flows through creeks and crevices of withered mountains when it rains over their pride ridden heads. Heads, as they say, are meant to be held high; necks, as we have seen, break under the curse of ego sometimes. In the end, if you don't step over this grandeur and pay courtesy to love, a …
The sinners…
The thunder is the sinner… It sins to defy the clouds. It roars for the agony, yells curses at the gloom. And oh! How the world gasps at the sight of that war! Those tiny drops of water… the ones to abandon the magnificence of the heavens… the ones to fall on the loathed and …