A moment for a story

I thought about you today and it made me smile that you could be watching over me from somewhere.

Every moment tells us: memento mori

The Odyssey Of Your Life

I’ve heard that life is a metaphor
but
maybe
you don’t need to decode it
just live through it like art
raw and real
through mistakes and lessons
but full of colour.

When we dare to tell a story

Recently I was going through a few journals that I’ve kept stacked up in a shelf. Some are used, some unused. Several of them had poems that I’d just begun, sketches that I never went back to, stories and thoughts, all half finished.But as I saw them, I remembered the emotions that were involved when…

The Corridor

The corridor seems endless. She’s been here before. In fact she’s been here several times. It feels so familiar yet so strange. She feel detached and drawn at the same time. Does it make sense, she wonders. One moment bright afternoon sunshine lights up the corridor and the mosaic chipped tiles. The round steel rails…

Finding Bliss

There is something about home, don’t you think? It is a familiar feeling. The familiar feeling of the creaking iron gate, the crunch of dry leaves and the lopsided garden chair sitting on the perfect spot on the lawn, just right to view the evening sunset. The climbing flowers have grown from since you saw…

A whiff of April

The frost begins to melt away and the fog makes way for clear blue skies. Puffy white clouds emerge and a radiant yellow sun smiles its best smile. Roses, jasmine and bougainvillea bloom like they’ve never before, The breeze is warm and the afternoons sultry. The ice and gloom has drifted away to make room…

Why revisit children’s books?

Whether it’s in a library or a bookshop, the children’s shelf is always so appealing that it makes us stop to take a look, examine the pretty covers, just hang on a moment with the vibrant colours wearing a nostalgic smile. While our reading tastes evolve as we grow up, there will always be something…

Becoming purple again

I had a purple chair when I was little, with a bright yellow smiley face painted on it It was the chair I sat on to eat, play or read.

Sweet secrets the environment whispers

I’ve seen a lot of conversations online and offline championing environment awareness but I still used to wonder what I would write or talk about the environment when I don’t have the expertise it needs. In recent times I thought of diving a little deeper into this topic to learn more and do better. As…

Decorating pain

We decorate pain in everyday life. Amidst the intricacies of nature and labyrinth of creation, we find ways to decorate pain Through stormy hail and torrential rains, we decorate pain with a dainty rainbow, In the darkest nights we decorate pain with specks of shimmering stars. Through the circle of life, the blooming and withering…