Plugging With/To Life, Love, Laughter
As much as my thoughts have taking strolls in oblivious streets at odd hours, For my people as much as can lend support for as long as they can, As much as my being tries to trick me of my…
Shepherd’s Bridge of Hope
Once upon a time, in a quaint village, a shepherd named Kabira yearned for a better life on the other side of the bridge, along with his small flock of sheep. Unfortunately, his income from their wool had dwindled, leaving…
Fear
Catch up with these ones first: The Walking and Shapeshifting Humans Circumstances Who are we without the fear there be? Before I came to compose this piece, there was a “certain fear” in my mind. It wasn’t related…
Circumstances
Catch up with this one first: The Walking and Shapeshifting Humans Who are we without the circumstances there be? I put this question forward with much malign intent. It’s quite malicious as well as I feel it is…
The Walking and Shapeshifting Humans
The walking and the shapeshifting human beings are the virtue of all the vices. Walking they are, as they would seem, holding all the prestige of being humans and accepting that their past holds quite a value, yet they are,…
What Do Dreams Look Like
They asked: “What do dreams Look Like” My answer: “Looks like a life well-lived”
The Background of Life
Who are we from the background of life or the absence of it? An outcome of the events around, getting believed and shaping things. Or the ones out there, trying to find moments filled with ourselves, Some memories here and…
Self-reflection
Here it is, the old wall to bang. Well, no more but it is stupid. To know, there’s a wall and it needs hitting. Do you know or not if there is a wall or not? Who brought the concept…
On the Passing Thought
Oh yes, tired I am and its the best one could be after a world of doing and not-doing, After all, who doesn’t when a world is on the verge of completion and another’s set for the dawn… A…
Life Beyond Life
A life away from life and here is the air similar to the ones before, Casting away the existing darkness and shyness into the withering dust, Galloping the existing me into believable things living past life, Similar to what it…