The Human Condition

Trying to pave my roads along the way
Because if dreams had a map,
They would still lead me off the beaten track,
They would thrust me into uphill battles,
Make me swim through murky waters,
And I would march through misery
Enchanted by the destination’s charm.

Read More The Human Condition

Wildflower🌼

The valley abounds in roses and tulips,
But I’m partial to those
That peek out of rugged rocks,
Showering in torrential rainfall,
You clap with the rumbles of thunder,
The montane breeze murmurs in your ears,
And you’re all but tickled by heatwaves.

Read More Wildflower🌼

Too Young

Clouds, delicate and feathery,
Dancing in the sky
To the beat of the winds;
Too wild to stop here,
Too young to know
Where to go next.

Read More Too Young

Bloom /Blogmas ’21

A rivulet of sweat rolls down your forehead, threatening to invade the right eye.
You huff and shut your eyelids tight, wiping it off with the back of your left hand and resume work.
Oh, these tiresome days!
Unending hours of sweltering in the enraged sunlight, bruised red and burnt brown from its fire piercing your skin.
You feel like you’d melt under the heat of the predicament, or perhaps, vapourise into thin air.
But, even with the looming possibility of a blackout, ragged breathing and shaking limbs, you stand there persistently.

Read More Bloom /Blogmas ’21

First Snow /Blogmas ’21

Of distant dreams, whimsical winters,
And a bottomless longing for the first snow of the season.
I’d feel it brewing in the chilly breeze,
Ears perked up due to the soft rustling of leaves that whisper among themselves.
And eavesdropping wouldn’t seem half bad in that fuzzy state of want.
Maybe I’d look up at the silent sky more than usual-
Squinted brown eyes demanding an answer from the vast canvas, painted in a brilliant hue of blue.

Read More First Snow /Blogmas ’21

Feels Good

The caramel of sweet candies sliding on my tongue,
The dense aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting to my nostrils,
And the vision of a knife smoothly slicing through chocolate covered Victoria sponge;
Feel like taking a lick of honey from the glass jar of life.

Read More Feels Good

Alive Again: Death & Grief

When did the Sun stop burning in all its glory,
Painting the distant skies in warm hues,
Illuminating our vast lands,
Nourishing our flora and fauna,
Just in the fear of the imminent dusk?

When did the rivers stand stagnant?
They painstakingly made their way through cataracts and bends,
Trailing down hills and valleys,
Embracing the green plains and the arid sand,
Resilient as they slowly evaporate into thin air, nearing their end.

Read More Alive Again: Death & Grief

Trouble in Paradise?

The glittering tides rise and dip,
Basking freely in the daylight’s grip.
They skim over the yearning shore before retreat,
As the leaves atop trees sigh in defeat.

Turquoise waters, azure skies, is it?
Is it worth some trouble in paradise?

Read More Trouble in Paradise?