Every once in a while we plunge into an abyss and then plunge deeper to retrieve ourselves. 

We stand on the edge of a tidal wave, threatening to sweep away the stable ground where now we stand, feet firm. A wave of large magnitude and a looming gloom. All humanity swept away in a moment of anger and hatred and overwhelming evil, which dwells in the heart of the lonely, the frustrated, the unable. Where lies the ray of hope, who is the redeemer, what is redemption for that matter?
How it tears apart the fabric of society, lays bare, ugly patches and wounds which were once in a shroud. Hope we pray for you, come to us, alleviate the suffering.

Divinity

In pursuit of eternity 

In search of divinity

Raking ashes, no gust of wind

Rekindles old tales lay buried

We rest in hope of inspiration

Divinity eludes us 

There are strokes and notes

Behind which it hides 

We seek the greatest glory

What Bougainvillea plants can achieve...

Farewell to unrest and a beckoning of new things. A wide horizon and free thoughts. Peace and happiness, immunity to the daily clamour. Mind and heart at rest and a purple bougainvillea hanging from the window. 

She writes little tips for those who care to come by. There are stories in her heart and in her inward eye. She repeats them, mouth shut. Night time brings alive dreams that we cast aside at daytime. Remember to be alive, don't relinquish your birth right. 

Pensieve

There is darkness. He told her to be careful of it. But she wasn't the one to listen to stray words spoken carelessly at dusk.
But when she entered she found darkness in the house. No electricity. No money either to pay. She found him with his drink in a dark corner.  The children were not home yet, and the gloom had already begun to set in. The gloom of approaching night. He was raving about how they had taken away everything from him, and there were hidden threats of abandonment. She wanted to wait for the darkness to ebb, but he didn't. He felt her presence strongly in the dark - "I am leaving, all of you. I am going away."
He left her, but she knew the hollowness of such threats. She proceeded to clean the house. 

The rays are yellow

How happiness comes
Like the first rays of the suns
Reaching corners long unused to light
And to capture it
You cannot close your fists and grasp
You must embrace
With palms wide open
And a heart full of music and sunshine