Between you and me, A flurry, a whisper blew. Your lips moved, hands still, Eyes disprove. A movement; clear yet transient vibe, Fleeting, yet tangible. A new constant, to hush the jibes? Utter out loud, shred the silence, A plea, do honour this alliance. What...
Lost & Found
Little boy, are you lost? I ask, No, I’m not, cries little Boy. Where’re your mommy, Your daddy? again I ask. They are lost, o what a task! Annoyed is little Boy. I smile and ploy, But you, what about you? If I am lost, I never am, They never look on cue. But when...
Blossoms White
Stretching my arms, I waited. My white blossomed essence, Upon you a spell to cast. There you were, in my bower, There I was, me, my ardour. Yet your gaze met not mine, You passed by, my chassis wine. Weep I did, bitter tears. Years went by, seasons rolled, So did...
Forgetting
as our wish to remember becomes stronger, we seem to forget quicker. The mind plays tricks on us, making us let go of that we don’t need.
Today
Words freed yesterday, Ring out today. Songs breathe, birds sing, Mutable is the day, A crystal bowl, of clay. Remembering today, What hurt yesterday, Does it really matter? In today lies my salvation, To live in jubilation, Of a conquered sorrow, Joys...
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And the most important lesson she gifted Trevor Noah was: “Learn from your past and be better because of your past,” she said, “but don’t cry about your past. Life is full of. pain. Let the pain sharpen you, but don’t hold on to it. Don’t be bitter.”
Anxious People ~ Fredrik Backman
Bachman navigates between the character’s lives and the current circumstances where they find themselves, and this is what makes this book special. Each person’s life’s tapestry could be the next man’s; strangers we meet on the pages, and learn to love, or not. The connections, they engage the mind with a prowess that is unique and make us ponder upon how lives intersect and connect, often without our knowledge.