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Everyone is in the relentless pursuitOf shaping and telling their story. You get to sit on the sidelinesAnd watch as these stories unfold,Cheering them on,Watching with wonderIn your dreamless eyes,As they traipse through life,Writing their storiesWith gold yarn on rich … Continue reading →

You tiptoe through your life,Because it shares boundariesWith many others,And you don’t want to infringe,Upon what’s not yours by right. You certainly don’t wantTo make too much noise,Or create an aura from matchless glory –None of those things that rouseSleeping … Continue reading →

Nothing was stolen,Nothing misplaced,Within the house itself;If it weren’t for the flower potsLying upturned in the garden,And the fresh imprintsOf too big boots,The lady of the houseWouldn’t feel shaken,But as it stands, she does. “Nothing was stolen”,“Nothing misplaced”,They whisper under … Continue reading →

Scrooge and GrinchThose two beings,So utterly alike,In their dislikeFor all things Christmas,And yet so different too. Scrooge and GrinchThose two beings,Indeed, the patron saints,For those that areChristmas-averse at heart. Scrooge and GrinchThose two beings,Who lend a voice,To everyone who has … Continue reading →

We don’t talk about the thingsThat hurt us in ways we didn’t know exist. We wonder whether we really hurt,Or if it is just a vague discomfort;Maybe one of those feelingsAkin to the itch one cannot scratch. We talk about … Continue reading →

I If I grew wings and flew awayInto the darkness that stole the dayAnd hid its light in its belly,Would the daisies weep,Or the merry trout in the stream,Or even the manky felineI’d taken under my wingsThence deprived of its … Continue reading →

There’s a hope hanging downBy a fragile thread, off a moonbeamSending a faint but steady streamOf soft, radiant light,Into the darkest corner in this quiet town;But the girl sat there, on a lonesome benchTakes no notice of the light or … Continue reading →

If they could just keep quiet,All would be well with our world;It would rain sunshine,And the fields would host unicorns. There would be no crying foul,No vague stories of bogeymenNor horrific ones of weapons –Nothing really to be afraid of. … Continue reading →

AloneA state of beingYou didn’t chooseYet adapted toPerchance gracefully. Thousands around youHundreds you knowA dozen you could callClose, or really soAnd yet you remainAt your coreAlone. The world has a wayOf moving, of being,That is at oddsWith who you are,And … Continue reading →

The dirty rag is wrungSqueezed really hardTo let every drop of moisture outAnd yet it holds onObstinately soInviting yet another roundOf merciless wringing. And then it’s slappedOn to the dirt laden surfaceThat demands to be cleanedTaking in more of the … Continue reading →