The Return

 
The Lost Words.
It has been so long
since words were
my friends.
Returning at times-
mostly,
inappropriate times.
Unrelenting.
Its barrage went
unanswered
in the rain,
in the shower,
on the highways with balmy nights
with smoke and stale, aged air, and melancholy
for company.
I pushed them away.
I wasn’t never good enough.
The man divided into two, the brocade wearing goddess.
he brought the words back. she brought my [...]

50 Posts To Independence- # 6

Sashi, being the sweetheart he is, conned me into this extremely rushed piece with praise and flattery. I was hooked, as you can see. It’s not the best thing I’ve ever written, and bear in mind this was done very quickly, so excuse me if I don’t meet certain QC standards. Here goes:

 
Color Blind.
I’ve [...]

Once In A Lifetime

It’s funny how sometimes, when you least expect it, things happen to you that change the course of your life, and how you think and view your space, your reality.
I’d like to elaborate on what’s changed in my life, but as of right now, it’s too personal and too intimate to explore, even for myself. [...]

Working Title

Weekly Dose of Secrets
Because I have a secret. And it’s a nice one. Suffice to say, I have an ego boost for the cold days, and the lonely days, and days that require me to highway drive, with nothing but the balmy, night air and my sad music.
I just got home from Penang today. [...]

Off Again, On Again

Rainforest World Music Festival Rocked. That’s all I have to say about that. No, la. I got a lot to say, which I will with videos and pictures, when I get back from the Penang World Music Festival.
Signing off,
World Music Junkie.

Bumping and Grinding.

 
So, about two months ago, my brother on his way to the bathroom, where my room is… heard loud noises from what he thought was a rat, or some small animal in my room. Of course, the idiot didn’t do anything, but told me about it. I told him, there was no small animal in [...]

The Pull of Youth

I’ve unwittingly managed to get friends from so many different walks of life. Some of them are married, some of them are not. Some of them are young, some of them are not so young. Some of the are professionals, some of them are in the media, and some of them are in school. I [...]