Dear 2021,

Forgiveness is this wonderfully marvellous human thing, I don’t know if you’ve ever forgiven or been forgiven by someone but I need you to know it’s the closest thing to pure freedom, any of us can ever experience. I’ve been writing and thinking about forgiveness for the past month and it’s been a beautiful experience and I want it to be the last thing you feel before you leave.

Let it snow

“Realize that if a door closed, it’s because what was behind it wasn’t meant for you.”― Mandy Hale Flakes of beauty and castles of glass,Trees caked with pristine powderAnd the cold white blanket beneath –Testify to the great inner turmoilPlaguing the winter soul. Like royalty is the world aroundElegant in its chaos, andGracefully fierce,With stunning beauty […]

The Bus Ride Home

“… You can’t see a person more nakedly than that, when they don’t know they’re being watched, studied.”― Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow When the going gets tough, I think of the bus. It was a typical day at school, quite the balanced mixture of embarrassment, awkwardness and laughs. We walk to the bus stop where the […]


Sometimes when it’s too sunny that the rays penetrate my skin and the heat burns my soul, when it’s too cold that the world outside is hauntingly heartless, I run away. The day is gentle and the rising noise of life heralds the start of a new memory.

The Whisper Gallery

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The Whisper Gallery | Poetry Random Specific Thoughts

“I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
― Sylvia Plath

Come forth and listen –
To the whispers thriving in the atmosphere.

Take a glance at pain and joy, dancing
On the soft meadow, against clouds
That look like turtles*.

Let anxiety and fear soar; and
Watch closely as
Love and innocence
Are stripped to the bone.

Let your fears
Twirl to the hills’ beats,
And listen to the prayers in the air.
Trudge softly and look
To the relics, etched in forgotten minds
Enslaved by time; and –
Knock softly, I plead
On the doors of perception.
For reality adopts visions
As wills bend for the better.

Step ahead and shout your secrets
Show your heart love
And let your anger free.
‘Tis, life that validates death.

Let your feet sink into the damp mud,
Pause under the willow and lend your ears –
To centuries worth of secrets, flowing unguarded.
Bear witness to a whimsical
Empire flourishing and falling.

Hush, little one and listen
To a raw, vulnerable world and
Realise – I pray you do,
The Whisper Gallery is where
The beauty of pain is glorified,
A home where your tears blossom.
In sweet solitude do we hold you captive
For your secrets, will we shield forevermore.

“Man is not worried by real problems so much as by his imagined anxieties about real problems”

― Epictetus

(Featured image by Timothy Dykes on Unsplash)

* Turtles are frequently depicted in popular culture as easygoing, patient, and wise creatures. Due to their long lifespan, slow movement, sturdiness, and wrinkled appearance, they are an emblem of longevity and stability in many cultures around the world. {Wikipedia}

As unrelated as it may seem, this poem was initially written to depict a whimsical take on heaven but I enjoyed seeing the above poem take form – in a way, I feel like it could pass for a whimsical take on heaven. It’s all about perspective, I suppose; the doors of perception are after all, open to those who knock 😉

Thoughtfully yours,

The Cassette Store

I was born into this strange period that served as a transition bridge from what was new to what would be new. I grew up watching recorded movies and listening to songs on cassette tapes, something that my parents had a proclivity for collecting – and today, my life is all but dependent on screens with an almost instant access to all the information I could need.

Dear Tom and Jerry,

Don’t you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?― Sarah Addison Allen, Lost Lake Dear Tom and Jerry, Life’s not the same anymore. Almost half a century after the final story on your lives was aired, your adventures continued to keep me in tense […]

heart & soul spill – art

Gone are the days when art conveyed a crisp image of the perfect stick figure, with straight lines and a plump, round head. Now every cloud, every scrap of discarded paper and pencils too short to use are all masterpieces to eyes tired of a bleak image, that the world radiates, facilitated by greed and […]