Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses. I decided to interview the Mailman. I thought it would be better to get a neutral and external perspective. “Hey, Mailman”, I said.“Hi” was a cold response.“Did I say something wrong?”, I said defensively. WonderingContinue reading “Hello Mr Postman!!”
Category Archives: Thoughts
Path to Sunrise
Till I am Hungry no more
I amHungryravenously The food BeaconsLusciously Some dishesI chew and eatsome I just ogle some fill mewith fragranceI like some,some I despise some just fill me with feelingsomemake me remember there is so muchin abundanceI consumethrough the five pores I eat so muchyet I amneverfull I think I shouldeat it Alltill nothing is left or sometimeContinue reading “Till I am Hungry no more”
He lives many lives
He Lives Many lives When he is alive He is a web of life
A reason to Smile
It has no reason to smile Yet it smiles for no reason
I think I use it
How do you use social media? It likeseverything I dosometimes not as muchas I would like it to do it shows mewhat I wantsomethings it hides too I feel I use itsometimes I am not surethat I do
What makes me laugh
I make the worldto live a lifeand enjoy and then I feel hurtand cry start believingmy own lie and then I wonder what will happenwhen I die and thatmakes me laughandsometimes cry
Saying no to this and that…
Not thisnot thatnone of this thisthat and all of this to get,is nothingThere is only nothing to giveis everything what is there to keep what would remainif I said noto everything there, wherethere is nothing will be Me
Yes, I snoozed and sinned
I slept againpast the dutiful alarmpast the chirping birdsway beyond the slanting morning raysslept with no dreamslike a loglike twisted vinesburied in the quiltto shield the meddlesome lightif that’s a crimefeel free to sue mebut quietly pleasedon’t wake me
If I could be someone else
If I could be someone elsewho would that bewill there be flawsor would it be the idealthe perfect one, immaculate or with blemishes and scarswhat would I preferI do wonderI think and realiseI would prefer the one who triesnot for the daybut forever always
My Tales Within 