Lost Luxury

Newspapers take peoples’ tragedies and force the world to experience all of it.― Rebecca McNutt, Listen is Silent, or The Usurer Centuries older were youWho reduced everyone to an ignorant child.As the sun rose everyday,At my doorstep you arrivedWith fresh tidings ofNovel ideas and events,Of deaths and horrifying stories. Man’s truest chronicler were youWho told stories the…

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…

Quiddity

“It isn’t by getting out of the world that we become enlightened, but by getting into the world…by getting so tuned in that we can ride the waves of our existence and never get tossed because we become the waves.”― Ken Kesey, Kesey’s Garage Sale Through a seam in the fabric of existenceDoes the day’s soul leak…

This Brown Skin

I see the way you look at me, With pity in your eyes, I see the hatred in your gaze- But this brown skin, it’s a prize. I feel the disgust you throw my way, It’s really hard to miss… But this brown skin, it is evidence-Of the Sun’s loving kiss. I will still go…

Free

“I’m done.” Her house keys landed on the entryway dresser for the final time. She noted how the jingle made its usual ‘welcome home’ sound… Yet she was running in the other direction. “I’m finished.” He pulled up in his tattered red station wagon, the homiest sight that could have welcomed her. The screen door…

Dear Mr. Pink Monk,

Hello everyone! Mr. Pink Monk here, from a room drenched in the day’s first rays, to share with you all a wonderfully pleasant surprise I had today – a letter! An actual handwritten letter from none other than my new friend – Waffle Pecan! He’s also a part of Build A Bears Furever, the best…

The Pen’s Lament

Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought.― Yip Harburg With every word I pen down, I see how your innate melody distorts them to fall in line with the tune you were born with. In all its splendour and glory, I see your music seeping into the hearts…

Loss of Value

“If I look at the mass I will never act.”― Mother Teresa for the child who condemned themselves to a life of originality and placing value in the truest of entities, you have my deepest respects I wish I could say the same for the peers I grew up with. While few got lost in chronicling…

Spectators

“The subtle and deadly change of heart that might occur in you would be involved with the realization that a civilization is not destroyed by wicked people; it is not necessary that people be wicked but only that they be spineless.”― James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time It’s a little past 8 and the night is dark…

Home

One never reaches home,’ she said. ‘But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.― Hermann Hesse, Demian: Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend Where the skies rain beauty,Where the trees shed joyAnd man bleeds greed,Peace, we await your return. Where destiny’s hopesAre written in the…