gentle garlands

What purpose does time serve, but to remind us that we have lived

alone, but…

I just noted that this is my 500th post! Thanks everyone for reading and encouraging me :)

broken breaths

simplify

time is nothing but rhythm gravity is nothing but irresistibility distance is nothing but illusion light is only fragments, look closer breath is nothing but life life is nothing but energy energy is matter energy is space space is but nothing nothing is darkness darkness is darkness was darkness shall remain *** this was written … Continue reading simplify

finding forever

hearing silence, a question and finding forever

my breath and i

to be in that space long disregarded by time untouched by memory spiralling in unimagination even god should not dare my breath and i or even not i *** I have completed over a year of my daily breathing/meditation practise. It has surprised me...pleasantly :) never imagined I could be disciplined enough. I gifted my … Continue reading my breath and i

i need to write

though you do not understand i need to write though you do not reply i need to write though you do not read i still need to write and when all the words run out and all my dreams become real and all of time freezes into now what then shall become of this writer?

where are you?

if i was born at a different time lived in a different place if i could experience a different dimension found at the edge of space... would i fall over? or would i find myself back to here and would now hold any meaning if tomorrow was irrelevant if yesterday never remained i still wished i … Continue reading where are you?

once upon a time

she woke to the scent of unscraped henna infused with eucalyptus oil hint of auburn, a tinge of pride, a bride expectant, once upon a time

the butterfly smiles

This poem is dedicated to my younger sister Citele. The world has lost a warm, loving soul who was still full of life. May she rest in ease and we shall always look out for her smile. you do not die in death She loved pink and yellow, thus the balloons and the reference to … Continue reading the butterfly smiles