It seemed as if his life depended on it. Like a mad man, he rushed inside his home. Just in time to see his brother walk into their only toilet.
It's Mother's Day.So we speak of mothers.When do we speakOf they who are not mothers?When do we speak of youIf you are not a mother?What if you are someoneWho is a single father?Someone who has toLearn, unlearn and relearn everythingThat comes naturally to women?Because you are not a mother.What if you are someoneWho is gay [...]
He wrote, "Maybe, we won't meet again. Maybe, in another life, we won't waste time Before telling each other -- I love you."
I just want to go home,To where I can beMy most true self,To where I can stopActing to be someone else.I just want to go home,Where I am allowed to errEven when I try my best,Where I am free to cryTo my heart's content.I just want to go home,To they who makeMy very soul happy,To [...]
"I knew that you would understand. Only you," said he. "Always," said she, gently massaging his back. Their son sat wondering when his father would stop imagining his dead mother.
Don't you want to marry for love?Not for age,Not for looks,Not for money,But love?Don't you want to holdSomeone as your own,And be heldIn return for nothingBut love?Don't you want to come backTo a place you may call home,From the wide world,To be welcomed withBut love?Don't you want to shareYour happiness,Your sorrow,To be blanketed withBut love?Don't [...]
He knew she was not ready for him. But when he saw a madman eye her funnily, He immediately stood behind her. Like always.
As I turn twenty-nine,How do I feel?Excited, anxious or just calm?The truth is I don't know.Do I look backAt the 28 that was,Or in a way wasn't in 2020?The truth is I don't know.Do I look forwardLike every other year,Like every other saying?The truth is I don't know.What I do know is this.I am alive.I [...]
"It's Corona time. How can one possibly have the festive spirit?" Daddy said. "It's Christmas' Advent time. We are still alive together. That's enough to have the festive spirit. Cheers!" said Mommy.
He wasn't the stereotypical hero --The kind to make her swoon,The kind to make her croon.Yet somehow he stuck.He made her smile.He wasn't the knight in shining armour --The protector of the realm,The one who could overwhelm.Yet anyhow he shone.He always showed up.If anything, he was an anti-hero.Not the one hoped for by mothers.Not the [...]