The invisible strings that we forge with people and places, we become captive to their pull. We may never find the answer to why, how and when. But it’s just there and is what it is.
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Have you ever felt that feeling of guilt for even wanting a little bit of happiness or the feeling of being undeserving of anything good that happens? I think that is the height of being broken where nothing seems to make sense anymore. Where life seems like an unending tunnel of darkness. Where grief is so profound that hope loses all meaning.
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My Mondays aren’t grey-blue anymore
Rather a soft shade of baby blue
They no longer feel like a task I want to get over with
But a friend I eagerly look forward to meet
That friend being my solitude for the better part of the day,
Blissful and resuscitating.
As I go about taking my own sweet time,
My Mondays no longer feel like a war-zone but a happy place.
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To build solid foundations cemented with trust, responsibility and kindness for continuous growth.
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a hush amidst the clamour
a soft melody that hovers
a gentle tap on the shoulder-
I can’t imagine how horrifying it must have been for everyone in that flight to know a split second before the crash, that you are in death’s hands, helpless and hopeless. To succumb to its engulfing flames. Maybe some were visiting a foreign country for the first time for vacation or for work, while some were going back to their homes, their families. All of their dreams, hopes crashed and their lives became stories, memories in a moment. It is ever hard to process how fragile life is and how powerful death is.
My heart goes out to those souls and my prayers are with the families they have left behind. I hope the bereaved find strength to overcome the blankness that now remains in place of their loved ones.-
Sunlight seeps in and
fills the room
with renewed hope
delivering a message of self-love,
asking you to rekindle
the radiance of your feisty spirit.-