They add tomato ketchup for taste All they have to do is squeeze a bottle To add flavor Where’s the hard work in that? Where’s the hard work of boiling tomatoes, and tempering them? Of measuring vinegar, and seeing the red simmer to turn crimson? What about the time spent waiting for the puree to... Continue Reading →
Because I Can Instagram
I am no photographer. We've got that out of the way. However, I do admire how some people take to photography like fish to water. And I'm not talking about the ones who know how to use Photoshop and the likes well. It's beyond my comprehension how some people can take an absolutely amazing picture... Continue Reading →
Spring
Wistful drops of dew gleam in dull sunshine Dressed in ochre hue Leaves in silence chime Autumn doesn't subdue Heartfelt springtime Fear bids adieu When our hands entwine What once were me and you are now yours and mine
Just 4 lines…
Sometimes, someone pens a whole story, in just 4 lines. One of those fragments... ON RUPERT BROOKE A young Apollo, golden-haired, Stands dreaming on the verge of strife, Magnificently unprepared For the long littleness of life. -Frances Darwin Cornford
Letters in These Times
I could write to you about an ailing relationship between two countries, two friends and two lovers, and tell you how they hinge on a silk thread that is hard to see even in bright light that stuns the eyes; inspite of receiving taxes encouragement, and thoughtful gifts how the backbone is stiff from the... Continue Reading →
Interception
Creeping up on you, stealing off the show Weaving in and out, the needle doesn't stitch the blow With a snap of finger, Time pre-empts your flow While the wind still blows around you, the words don't come anymore Posted from WordPress for BlackBerry.
Wealth
I know the wealth and the stories that come with it I know the change that is kept in the back pocket and the history that comes with it I know that the glue will go dry after a while of staying on the table and that the cup stains might not go away after... Continue Reading →
Writing For Ever After
I write On newspapers. On used notebooks over hand-written essays about the French revolution. On the time-table, I make my plans. I write On tissues at coffee shops and use them afterwards. On my train ticket for the day; when I'm travelling down South and back home. I write On the paper bags I bring... Continue Reading →
Earrings
Earrings. The ones that I looked at through glass. The ones that lay on a purple, velvet cushion in the window of the biggest shop in the town. They had filigree carved on them so that sunlight could pass through them like it does through the branches of a tree. *** And when I looked... Continue Reading →
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