Posts

My Safe Haven

-
Nothing beats the feeling of the running water of the shower on your shoulders at the end of the day.  There I was, feeling the strong rush of water tapping every nerve end. With each tap, underlying feelings sneak up. Feelings I have been suppressing. Like a pot of tea on the stove, it slowly gets warmer and warmer, until it is too late and the process of heating the tea is unstoppable. The tea starts to bubble up.  Under the shower, I stand tall at first. Shoulders stiff. Face serious. It is like meeting your love after a fight. You try to be strong and apathetic. Then as soon as he says the first word and you hear his voice, your muscles loosen up, and your anger starts to melt down.  In the shower, I can act however I want to act. There is no one to see my weakness, no one to hear my sobs. Even I cannot feel the warmth of my tears running down.  When I feel like the ground underneath me is crumbling and volcanoes are about to explode, the shower is my safe haven. I
Post a Comment
Read more

Keep the Door Open

-
When you least want it. When you least expect it. So suddenly, and so vigorously it knocks at your door. For some reason, as much as you do not want it, and as much as you resist, you find yourself forced to open the door for it. This is Love. The (sometimes) unwelcomed guest that changes your whole life overnight. It takes you to places you never visited before, even if it knocked your door many times before. Every time is a new journey. A journey full of joy, tears, laughs, and fights. That bitter-sweet feeling you experience. It’s like eating the finest dark chocolate there is. The bitterness of it is right there infuriating your taste buds, but you know it is the best thing you have ever had. Despite all the shortcomings of love, for some reason, your sky is full of rainbows every day. Love drives you crazy, in a good way. Love extracts all your positive energy; it digs so deep for it, and then spreads it all over the place. It is even able to change who you are as a p
6 comments
Read more

Love.. not so romantic

-
Image
Is there a definition for love? Can you actually define love?  Now answer this: is it a genuine feeling about someone, a feeling that takes you head over heels? Or is it all in your head? You got used to the person, you think you love that person, then the thought builds up more and more until you actually believe you love that person! I'm not sure if I make sense. But its all clear in my head.  Love is that narcotic thought that we are all addicted to. We all look for it. And whenever we think we found it we grab it by the hands and the teeth. And maybe the feet too. And as soon as this "love" fades away, we start looking for it again, maybe with someone else. I stopped believing that love is magical. I stopped believing that love can do wonders. That when you love someone you forget all his/her flaws. I stopped dreaming about love. Love is a myth that is overrated. There is no such thing called love. If there was, that spark would have s tayed for yea
4 comments
Read more

The Domino Effect

-
Image
Have you ever noticed that people die in batches? I don't know why, but every year there are a couple of months where a group of people I know die.. one after another!  For the last two months, I think I heard of more than 7 people who passed away. People I know and others are relatives of my friends. But the one story that shook me was about a lady I never met..  The day before yesterday, as I was waiting for my turn to talk to my son's teacher at the parents' meeting, a group of mothers standing not so far away caught my attention. They were having an emotional conversation about someone. As soon as I heard the words "She only had a headache" and "Her daughter is with my daughter in class" I got very curious. I took a few steps towards them and said hello. They all looked at me trying to figure out who I am. I did not know any of them but I knew I had to ask. "Sorry, but I couldn't help but hear some of what you were saying. May I ask what
5 comments
Read more

A Metaphor..

-
Image
In the ball room, everyone is looking for their dancing partner. His eyes were caught by hers. There it was; the chemistry they both are looking for. She smiles while he walks towards her. He salutes her, and she nods as a response.  He opens his hand waiting for hers. She gives him hers, and they both head to the dance floor. To the music they dance. Without a word, without giving each other any directions, their moves are in perfect harmony. She spins away from him, only to go back to his arms. He embraces her gently as she smiles gingerly. Every now and then, under the faint lights, they look at each other. Fate has worked its magic to bring those two together. They look like the perfect couple. They both feel that too. Within minutes on the dance floor they both imagined a lifetime together. He agrees that his life would be blissful if that beautiful face was in it, and she likes the idea of him being the father of her children. At some point, while he is holding her waist an
3 comments
Read more

Selfishness in a Nutshell

-
They had a little fight that day. It was a silly fight about who should go pick up their son from school. Nothing out of the ordinary. But for some reason she got worried. There was a cold wind blowing although it was summer time. His eyes became emotionless that day. She knew something was wrong. And every time she tried to ask him what’s the matter, he would coldly reply with “nothing”. After he went to work, she sat in the kitchen wondering what has happened. They have had bigger fights than this, what’s different this time. Something was not right. It was already 8:45 am. She was late. Shaking away all the negative thoughts, she dragged herself out of the house, into her car, and headed her way to work. Her eyes were focused on the screen, but her mind was somewhere else. Her heart was beating so fast and she had butterflies in her stomach all day long. Trying to comfort herself, she kept on remembering how silly this was compared to all what they have been through before
Post a Comment
Read more

The Forbidden Revolution

-
Image
For the past hours I’ve been trying to hold my pen and write About how all of this makes me feel But thoughts and feelings froze throughout the night Though in my head it’s all so very clear Inside my chest, two lungs striving to breathe Drowning in a bottomless pool of lust A thrusting heart fighting to be free Beneath piles of bizarre taboos that form a crust And here I am yet again Writing a poem while words refuse to run Unable to say or explain All that’s so obvious and left me with a stun Who are they to make such rules? And how come they were entitled for this role? To ask me to just forget is cruel Do they really believe in crushing feelings to control? Hush please, I tell my soul Tomorrow might be a better day Rainbows and candy should replace the coal And to the love beat we’ll dance and sway For now ill drown, choke, and behold Bare and lonely in this savage, dark sphere Wounds and wrinkles make me look old But I pr
Post a Comment
Read more