“And yet, there is beauty in the way they find each other: slowly, in a fragile dance of sidelong glances and accidental touches. To see them come together, souls binding without knowing each other as we do, without being certain of what the other’s heart holds, is to learn something new… Faith.”
― Amie Kaufman
frozen in the ground beneath me,
suspended in time whilst I think of you,
and you alone.
I seek solace in the comforting blows
of the storm’s winds consuming me,
as it swallows my whispers whole,
nearly forcing me to forget.
“Your purpose in life is to find your purpose and give your whole heart and soul to it.” — Buddha
My purpose in life? Some days, I think it’s to be that healing source of light to those who are floundering in the dark, as I too have once been barely able to stay afloat in the tsunami of life’s chaos. Other days, I believe it’s to pour out my heart unto the empty pages before me, as I create make-believe stories that make me feel so damn good. …
Because of you,
I don’t believe him
when he tells me he loves me,
or when he leans in closer to whisper
he’ll never leave me.
Because of you,
I’ve put all my fucking walls up again,
forbidding anyone to let them down,
nor allowing the light to shine in
on my darkening heart.
Because of you,
I feel jaded
as if I may never be whole again
because I’ve let the cracks run themselves thick.
Because of you,
I cry myself to sleep,
not once wondering if he could be the one
because I don’t believe in fairytales anymore:
“IT IS UP TO US, HOW WE EXPLORE THE GREAT WONDERS IN OUR BODY, ITS LIFE FORCE, AND SUBTLE CENTERS WE CALL “CHAKRAS.” WE CAN EITHER DENY THAT THEY EXIST OR LEARN TO UNDERSTAND, WORK AND AWAKEN THEM IN ORDER TO LIVE A MORE FULFILLING LIFE ON PLANET EARTH.” — RAJU RAMANATHAN
I just published my second novel, delving into the empowerment of chakras and how I healed my mind, body and soul via the energy wheels that line my spine. It details what the chakras are and how they might look to you if underactive, overactive or healthy. …
Space: the area in the room that’s filled with laughter, memories, goings-on that aren’t quite seen by the naked eye.
Space: the area beyond your realm of life as you know it, occupying the airs surrounding those you may never meet.
Space: the area outside of this bubble of Earth that appears majestic, alluring, unavoidable.
Space: the area inside your mind that flows itself freely as thoughts flutter in and around and with and through it all. …
I was living in this state of bliss I like to call Dream World. Except it wasn’t bliss at all. And it wasn’t a dream, either.
I was like a diamond, reflecting different flaws at varying angles — revealing my impurities only to those who peered into my life just right. Some saw the prism of my imperfections at full blast, as if the magnification of my life was distorted beyond recognition. Others saw the facets of my life not yet tainted by the heat of my insides fused into myself from the lingering past. …
i love the way you hold my body closely to yours as your whisper in my ear: i’ve missed you, baby
i hate the way you look down to the floor as you tell me you’ll be mine (maybe)
i love the way you stare deeply into my soul as i tell you my joyful passions
i hate the way you ignore me for days on end – in your life, these are the new fashions
i love the way we dance under the moonlight glows whilst the stars wink luster from above
i hate the way you use your…
I fled from my ghastly past nearly in a sprint to brighter days, toward the scorching heat of Las Vegas. I emerged there a new me, surrounded in vibrant culture I knew not existed. Craving the need to heal from my prior woes, I practiced yoga daily, began to flourish in the meditation world, awakened my chakras with every inhale and thus, every exhale. I was introduced to the astral realm in which I learned about the Sun, the Moon, the transitions and how we’re all connected in this vast world.
But then — my blossoming into a flower changed…
“Hope is the ability to hear the music of the future; faith is the courage to dance to it today.”
— Peter Kuzmic
I guess I miss the future.
I miss the way you’ll touch me
and hold me forever.
I miss the concerts we’ll attend,
all in cities we don’t call home.
But it feels like home.
I miss your tight embrace when I’ve had a long day
and need nothing else but you.
I miss all our secrets we’ll hold —
having our plethora of inside jokes to boot.
I miss the sand that’s going to squish itself…
“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey
that matters, in the end.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin
Hoards of people. Vibrant new colors. Laughter filling the air. Animals roaming for miles. Playful monkeys in the streets. Vendors selling food, galore. Aromas swimming into my senses. Warmth overcoming my body. Heats more intense than that of the desert. Mountains taller than I’d ever seen. Trees swaying proudly. Adorned jewelry, worn by beautiful women. Henna, baby! Majestic temples on every corner. Delicious food. Obedient gurus. Obscene trash polluting Mother Nature. Cafes that host pure…