Lost in this desert, eyes filled with sand, mouth parched, sweat dried to salt, future turned mirage. Where do I go now?
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When it gets too late, too dark, too scary, feel around you, look for me, your hand will find me, right there next to you, right by your side, this, you can trust. I won't fail your need, when the loneliness creeps, turn around, into my embrace, I will chase it away, I am your… Continue reading I belong
I was almost late for my rent this month. I paid three months rent in advance when I moved into this house. That was ending in December. I had been working hard to get rent for January and Feb. However, I only managed to raise Jan's rent without an issue. February rent was the real… Continue reading Of uncertainties and the persistence of optimism
I think of a story I read about some man who insisted he had no interest in being someone remarkable. He didn't want to be someone special to anyone or leave an impact to the world. He had no interest in saving the planet or being a celebrity or even great wealth. He was what… Continue reading The tales of the Salaryman
Your silhouette is all I can see, tall, stiff, alone...distant, lost in the oblivion, unquestioningly, merging with the dark. I ran as fast as I can, why can't I reach you? Shout, scream, call out my name. Turn around, look at me, please? Meet me in the half, reach out your hand, let me pull you, feel my warmth, hear my voice, I have light, I am YOUR light, why don't you seek me? drifting further away, didn't you say you need me? wasn't my shoulder yours? are my arms no longer your home? did...did you tire? am I no longer enough? what can I do? what do you need? because I exist, just for YOU. I will mold myself, to be whatever you desire. So turn around, call my name, reach out your hand, let me pull you through, just like you, have always done for me.
Your silhouette is all I can see, tall, stiff, alone...distant, lost in the oblivion, unquestioningly, merging with the dark. I ran as fast as I can, why can't I reach you? Shout, scream, call out my name. Turn around, look at me, please? Meet me in the half, reach out your hand, let me pull… Continue reading I am here…for You
She moves her hand across my chest idly without saying a word. Her brow is furrowed, with her braids spilling over her breasts. My hand reaches out before I can form a thought. The braids are soft, thick and long. A ball of sweat is trickling down her shoulder bone and disappears into the sheets.… Continue reading Meet me at Dawn
Will you mind it if I start this piece with slight digression? I read a book when I was a young, avid reader. My early teenage and preteens. I swear the title was 'Days of our lives'. I say this because I have been unable to find the book ever since. I think it was… Continue reading Days of my life
I think I know why, I struggle so much, to stretch my hand, to reach for it, it's because you, you taught me, how to fish in the pond, you gave me the hook, you silenced the waters, you called the fishes, to bite on the bait. So what do I do now, standing on… Continue reading In your guidance
Recently, my fiction reading has taken me into the realm of time travelling and reincarnation. Basically, the characters I am reading about die in our current life only to wake up in another body in another timeline. The common assumption is that the original owner of the body vacated it due to sudden death whether… Continue reading Of internet arguments and cyberbullying