#Ideastory: Your Secrets
Your secrets,
stir the emptiness inside me
Like gunshots in the middle of the night.
*If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream. This appeared earlier on my blog here.
Your secrets,
stir the emptiness inside me
Like gunshots in the middle of the night.
*If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream. This appeared earlier on my blog here.
I follow this blog-in-Facebook-updates called LABYRINTHS. Its picture-stories trigger off ideas, feelings and on occasion, memories. Today’s story is titled The IVORY BOOK CLUB and is a conversation between two people about the quality of literature. It felt like an instant frame capture from my own life and here’s what…
Women……. burnt their bras. donned leggings and in some cases the pants in the family. picked up swords and knives and eventually guns. also ploughs. and pens. and hammers. went to work. demanded a vote. ran for politics. were good leaders. and bad ones.learnt maths and science and accounts. flew…
I’m on the last leg of ‘The Thirties Diaries’.
When you go long enough turning scars into art, you start thinking of wounds as poetry. And the cacophony of imaginary voices, as the orchestra of your soul. You seek out people who call you beautiful when you bleed. People who willing aid you in that process, a little too…
Does anyone know what the best ‘ex’ policy is? I admire…no, I am deeply envious of those enlightened souls who are ‘great friends’ with their exes. They’ve obviously got it all figured out just great and I haven’t reached my Bodhi tree as yet. I am struggling, as yet in…
If there is a God,then why did he give me wings and a cage?