She told me that my father was another man, well I shrugged my shoulder and say “it’s okay”. But she didn’t know that I am writing my pain away. I came to a point of thinking about those fatherless children who lost theirs in wars, in car crashes… I am still lucky, and better-off, [...]
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Draw The Line
Posted in Art Scene, Books, Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Music, Philosophy, Poetry, Relationships, Society, Sports/ Leisure, tagged art, avant garde, begin, book, bookmarks, bookshelves, chapter, collect, conceal, culture, dance, day, dead, discover, do, draw, drink, dust, easy, edge, faded, fill, food, good, handprints, heart, highlight, leaf, leaving, let, line, mending, mind, Music, nice, noise, pages, paragraph, pick, pictures, poem, poetry, pretend, pretty, read, reveal, show, silence, somebody, something, space, speak, start, suffocation, synopsis, talk, tears, themselves, things, torn, trick, universe, void, watermark, writer on August 31, 2011 | 7 Comments »
I can talk about my universe like picking a good book from the bookshelves and pretend. As if my mind can fill the spaces left as a void and of dusts collecting at the edges. Since the day I had let somebody in. I could leave good pictures about art. About dance. About the [...]
Paper Cuts
Posted in Art Scene, Books, Current Affairs, Film, Literature, Memoirs, Philosophy, Poetry, Relationships, Society, Technology, tagged asleep, bath, beautiful, beauty, bee, belong, blank, bleed, blood, blue, cold, come, crumple, cut, death, desire, door, dream, drop, else, empty, endure, envelopes, expression, field, fingerprint, flight, flower, foreseen, fountain, frost, hand, handwriting, heart, hit, hours, imagination, ink, innocence, jealousy, knife, knock, know, lady, leave, letters, life, light, line, love, lucky, mailbox, man, memory, morning, motionless, neighborhood, night, oblivion, One, open, outsider, page, paper, pen, pigeon, poem, poetry, postman, probe, read, refusal, sanity, scar, scent, sentences, shadow, sheet, someone, stare, still, struggle, surrender, today, trashbin, undelivered, understanding, unhealed, victim, window, world, wound, written on July 16, 2011 | 20 Comments »
He stares at the frosted window, dreaming of pigeons in flight. Probing shadows in his oblivion while the neighborhood is asleep on this night bathed in blue light. His heart refuses to surrender to someone else’s handwriting. He’s an outsider, perhaps a victim. No one knows how he spent hours imagining a beautiful [...]







Stitches And Tattoos
Posted in Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Poetry, Relationships, Religion, Social Commentary, Society, tagged art, bleeding, breath, broken, difference, fact, full, gasping, hands, heart, holes, imaginary, inflict, kindness, knitting, know, lie, love, mastery, mending, needle, pain, patchwork, pierce, poem, poetry, prick, quilts, record, repeat, sadism, sensation, sewing, social commentary, spare, squirming, sting, stitches, stop, tattoo, thin, thread, understanding, wear, worse, wound, wrong on May 5, 2012 | 2 Comments »
Love holds no record of wrongs- that’s a lie. In fact, the stinging sensation of your repeated inflicts of pain made the wound even worse that my imaginary thread of kindness and understanding wears thin. See my heart full of needle holes from repeated sewing and knitting and mending patchwork, of quilts bleeding, I wouldn’t [...]
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