Tag: sorrow
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Work
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process. – Vincent Van Gogh We can’t work anymore — father’s old and anxious, staring at excel sheets, mother’s arthritis restrains her, praising God, her only succour, and I have shadows enveloping thoughts as I type this, forgetting […]
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August
I no longer like the August rain, gone are the days when I sat in my apartment and made the monsoon my muse, going on and on about silvery streaks like the tears of benevolent providence coating the cobblestones, and flooding us with eunoia, making us pursue our passions with meraki, the song of the […]
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Time and providence
But all the while I sit and thinkOf times there were beforeI listen for returning feet And voices at the door ― J.R.R. Tolkien I often asked myself why I was here on a lonely planet, confined by time and providence, I watched people undergo spiritual metamorphoses, transforming into beings of the light — blue aureoles framing their […]
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Rain
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. – Roger Miller I’m sitting on my balcony in a pensive mood, the rain augmenting recollection that’s usually half-baked these days, nebulous like the swirling greys in a paperweight, I don’t have a pluviophile’s tranquility, all I have is an ache that longs to find […]
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Peace
“Peace of mind for five minutes, that’s what I crave.” —Alanis Morissette I’m not at peace with myself, I told her, I’ve never been, I don’t know what it is, but even when I’ve accomplished something, I’m disturbed, not just empty but unsettled, like something antithetical to divine light, an unholy darkness has me in […]
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The benefits of having a stalker
I remember the first comment. It said, “You’re a pity party, a predictable loser,” and I thought it was spam until more arrived. “Piece of shit!” “You think your writing is fantastic? Ha!” All from email addresses with my name, followed by something obscene. I had a stalker, and I didn’t understand why because I’m […]
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Beautiful Tomorrow
I often wonder if this apartment with its worn, chintz curtains, dusty piano, dog-eared paperbacks and old TV set is all there is, if I’m living my life like a deluded Ufologist, spending his time in the wasteland, watching Area 51 with a pair of binoculars, hoping some four-armed creature will break free and tear […]
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Lessons
My sorrow, she comes tome when lifeless apartmentcomplexes with windowslike cardboardboxes with holes punchedin them replace thehoney chested,sweet, ashen-winged thrushwith her euphonious,polyphonic birdsong,and echoes ofwho I’ve becomeare the only voicesin my mind,saying, “You’re forever failingand falling into afading symphony;you’re forever fallingand failing likea fading symphony.” I wish I could let her go;I wish I didn’t […]
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The gravedigger’s son
The shovel and spade, nick -snick-flick, the earth like rotting flesh, and movements and sequences, nick- snick-flick, instinct, impulse, reason, combining with each nick- snick-flick, making my father weary, and the eulogies for sons lost in accidents, daughters dying of cancer, got to him, and the fire and brimstone spewed, unnerved him, and so, he […]