Prompt by Joseph Lieungh: “At the level of humanness, we see right and wrong as guide markers. At what point or level do we no longer see right and wrong?”
How do you know right from wrong? It’s a question we often ask ourselves when pondering about our existence. I know the answer to this question. But the details might vary. Because there is no correct answer. Even though most of the time, we often overlook the queues by an innate drive of being right.
I have to say, most often than not, we are all wrong. If we dictate…
Prompt: Do you shine more like the Sun or the Moon? Or something else?
When I was young, I was afraid of the dark. I mean, not in a general way but in a way that I would get goosebumps as soon as the lights were turned off.
And boy, I wanted to run like hell as my life depended on it. Ah, those were the good ol days. I really miss them, but then again, I am already there.
But yes, I was always fascinated with the night sky as a kid, the one with a full moon. I…
It’s difficult right. All of us have been there at least once, where someone has tempted us to lure us into a place. It is a point of reprieve where we feel stress. In all honesty, we do not want to be there. And by falling into such lucrative schemes by some people, we inevitably lose our self-confidence.
This spells doom for us because we lose control of ourselves. And in doing so we let our rage do the talking instead of our kindness. …
I remember the fateful day when we got back home from shopping. We went to a local bazaar where she was buying a few vases she could paint on. My Godmother was a teacher and my mother’s childhood best friend. She was a just, bold, and beautiful woman whose smile withstood any hardship that came her way.
She was smart and had a creative spirit. She used to teach in my mother’s Polytechnique institute for women. This was perhaps two decades ago when I was still a cheeky little tyke. …
Prompt: How do you come back to yourself?
It’s 12 am again.
And I feel like I should journal my thoughts once more. As I am riding the flow of the time, jotting down ideas in a voice note. I come around eventually.
Don’t we all?
But it takes time. How much time, you might ask?
Well, that’s hard to say as I slowly take another step to find my way.
You may ask where. And maybe I’ll share.
Well, see here, I am walking to find meaning in my despair. On a cold calm night as I walk barefoot…
If you were asked to come back to this life, no matter how painful and heart-wrenchingly destructive it might have been for you, alone. Would you?
I have seen death in this life.
I have known despair.
I have felt evil in my heart.
And darkness stalking near.
I have been consumed by vice.
I have lost myself, dear.
But no one dared to ask me,
Why are you still here?
Isn’t that the question we ask ourselves every night when we close our eyes to sleep? When the dusk has been set, and every being scatters into the deep.
“Always do your best even if it kills you.” — Some Greedy Corporate Simp
What are the chances of you being infected with the coronavirus in the current timeframe? I am sure you wonder about it a lot, as do I. Even after almost 2 years, the virus continues to impact people’s lives.
Every other day cases are reported on the rise in all parts of the world. And yet, even though vaccines have been rolled out and people are following the SOPs.
The infection still spreads. Or it did, as in my case, it spread like wildfire. Were we…
Do you remember the first time you had to confront someone twice your size? I remember it all too well, as it is etched like a scar that too has faded with time. Something people often confuse with a dimple.
Not that I did not have them on the other cheek in the first place.
But this one engraved on my right side has a fantastic story of pain, courage, and, yes, you guessed it, defiance. It is something that has taught me from a young age that if I play my cards right. …
Boys do cry, when no one’s looking
away from prying eyes, when the devil’s busy cooking
When everyone is at play, the evening is about to set,
a boy hides away, in his drawing room’s corner I bet
When the dusk follows slowly, as the sunset light shone
the rays that follow through the windowpane of the room
He sits quietly, weeping, whimpering in the dark
no one to hush him there, no one to reject his heart
No wonder it came to this, as he ran his tears away
His nose oozing with sadness, as he tries to work his…
Prompt: “If you knew you’d be saved in the end, would you still fight?”
Nobody is coming to save you.
Even if you pray to God for days and nights. You can only be saved unless you stand up by freeing yourself first. Saying this takes a lot of courage as I live by this code. And honestly, during my early teenage years, is where I lead a life of hardship filled with despair.
Despair, despair, despair…
everywhere I looked I found despair
no wonder I tripped venturing the unknown,
trusting the wind, as she led me to the shore
I’m the only one…