i guess i always had cards up my sleeves. tricks waiting to be discovered, if by no-one then at least myself. but i found much to my surprise the entire deck unfolding into ways that have been more magical than i have ever imagined, or even fantasied of. this wonderful journey of knowing and not knowing as these fingers act in sync to perform actions that sing, all the while the earth turning rudimentarily while the entirety of existence finds itself on a tiptoeing scale of sorts, one of which we see the side its leaning to,

and yet, there is always the undying hope that we have. humanity. humaneness. the belief in taking that one seed out of raw unfiltered life and throwing it out into the world as it bursts and sprouts into a million like it and those that hone so much more than what is really known.

we are all on our journeys for there is a reason mine is not yours. there is a reason we are both here. and the point of it all is to find hwere you fit in this grander scheme of things and more importantly, what you can do to help. to genuinely go out of your way, or not, and help clean up this mess of energy that is fuelled nowadays by money and screams.

i see the hippie movement slowly finding its way back into the world,

and in that sense, the very sense of peace itself, is glowing and growing,

slowly but surely.

i look forward to the days that are yet to come,

i believe in the good things comin’, comin’, comin’ ❀

thank you for taking the time out for reading this! πŸ™‚



lately most times,

my ears ring

and why is that?

it’s simple really,

the one whom i embrace when i write, be it prose or poetry, sings,

but otherwise,

when this outlet does not arise,

i’m another one alltogether and this one doesn’t see the light

and its a mismatched irony of fleeing to fight

and its strangely all happening spontaneously inside.




be you. be the strange mess of chaotic distress

who officially knows the life can be a rollercoaster of an absolute death,

but we live

and there are flowers that bloom on a battlefield

that do not just justify the destruction,

but proves that there’s more,

there’s resurrection,


smiles through the wars,

feathers on top of halls,

all of it and more,

you jus thave to try,

a little harder,

to smile.

hey you, come back to me, be with my throat, caress my heart, feel my soul.

you know sometimes i have toΒ consciously remind myself to do good. to the world, to those around me, and especially, to myself.

the mind has the unique power of logically deducing why we do the things we do, including the choices we make and the actions we take. however, here, there’s always the better choice. the lesser of the two evils. at the end of the day, you learn, always, whether up or down or topsy turvy with a crown, we learn, unconditionally.

but the trick here, is to continue the learning and not fall back into old patterns,

make way for constant fresh growth,

rather than holding down all your old doors,

carve beauty out of the wood,

and travel to new lands,

and to new ‘new’ghbourhoods πŸ™‚