Every time I get an invitation from a friend or an acquaintance to go out for a movie, a glass of wine, dinner, I say no. At one point in my life, I had no problem with being in public places because I liked having people around me. Sometime around August last year, I went … Continue reading I am afraid of living.
"1 Corinthians 7:6-9. I say this as a concession, not as a command, But I wish everyone were single, just as I am. But God gives the same gift of marriage and to others the gift of singleness. So, I say to those who aren’t married and to widows- It’s better to stay unmarried, just … Continue reading The Padre and his Pianos.
I choose to live in words crafted So beautifully it numbs the ache in my soul. I choose to live in books with Characters painted so splendidly I cannot help but abhor or adore. Cry with them, hate with them Love with them Have my heart broken. Feel an all so deep kind of … Continue reading I live in words.
I woke up feeling enormously low today. The universe is being shockingly generous to me as it has been conveying a horde of different sensations. Smothering me with painful cramps, migraines, depression, and all the baggage tucked away under my pillows that started spilling ever so softly. Take for example the guy that I have … Continue reading I sing to myself when i want to give up.
Dear father or would you rather I refer to you as an inconsequential sperm donor? Twenty two years back when you decided to indulge in boyhood mysteries, didn't you know that there would be serious consequences? I ask this because I can not grasp the fact that you had me and refused to take responsibility … Continue reading An Open Letter To Father.
The pigment of my people as explicitly seen Glistening on my skin under the glowing sun That printed the color deeper into my skin The shimmer attesting to my heritage Feeding my desire to break free To rip me apart from me To tear away the evidence of ugliness That was splashed all over my … Continue reading Dark skin blues (The poem)
The room was silent. My legs grudgingly steered me before the casket where I knelt down. I could feel the mourners' pitiful eyes slitting through every erect pore on my neck. Outside, leaves beseeched the winds to go make sense of the darkness that engulfed the day at noon. Echoes of sad remarks bouncing back … Continue reading A daughter’s tale of woe (the poem)
The room was still as every mourner turned to watch me. My legs grudgingly steered me before the casket where I knelt down. My hollow eyes remained lowered and focused down on the ground as if they were daring the universe to bring another tragedy upon my life. I could feel the pitiful eyes of … Continue reading A daughter’s tale of woe.
The Walk 