So this post has stemmed from my previous post, I figured since I’m on a writing spree at the moment – this sudden inspiration that has hit like a thunderbolt, I might as well write away! By now, you guys know I’m an avid jazz listener, but I do have other genres in my mix […]Read More What Is That Song About?
“Me and Mrs. Jones…we got a thing going on”…Bublè croons in my ears as I type away on my phone’s keyboard with my now short nailed stubby looking fingers. I wasn’t ever one to keep long nails but I’ve always liked a good manicure every month or two. Now, however, things are different, I like […]Read More Me and Mrs. Jones
Being an outcast amongst your kith and kin has it’s perks. You can be a fly on the wall and really observe things. Sometimes being around certain people can be the loneliest thing in the world. You become nostalgic for your own flesh and blood, and a tear streams down, tracing the rough edges of […]Read More The Wallflower’s Guide to Gaslighting
I have never understood why the fake and pretentious are loved and adored more than the realists. What kind of a hypocritical society are we living in really? The same people who talk and slander one person behind their back are now pretending to be the best of friends. I mean, you talk smack about […]Read More Birds of the Same Feather
There comes a point in every individual’s life when you learn to let go. You learn that people will not match your sincerity, neither would they acknowledge your efforts – they are fleeting; hopping from one flower to another like a bee’s erratic flight, and their sting is as brutal. You could spend a lifetime […]Read More The Bee’s Sting
She sat down once again and put pen to paper. She had this nagging feeling that there was a lot left unsaid and it was all hanging in the air. My Dearest, I’m writing this to you today to tell you that you reside within me – etched deep into my skin. I have tried […]Read More The Final Answer
She wrote him a letter that day, one of those with a wax seal. She pondered upon the idea of sending it, letting it sit on the table a little longer. She reread what she wrote: You wrote me something, little somethings, a while ago. I read them all, felt them and weeped. I couldn’t […]Read More An Answer
Have you ever asked yourself what happiness means to you? Like just taken a moment to think about the stuff that truly matters in life? Is happiness a fleeting moment or something much more?Read More What Is Happiness?
Sometimes you’re at a loss of words. You’re not quite sure how to put your thoughts into words. When I started writing this blog, I wasn’t entirely sure whether anyone would read it. I thought to myself, why would anybody want to read my thoughts and reveries? I could never be that interesting even if […]Read More Thank You