I wish and hope, actually I want all of you to be as happy as possible. Happiness is a slippery affair. For some, happiness is elusive.
He is charming this man, he is a collector; a collector of stories, of memories, of aquintances. He is just your ordinary man next door. Nothing makes him stand out. He doesn’t want to stand out- this is intentional on his part.
Some time back, I was knee dip in a character development session. In my quest to maintain my sanity, I read alot.
One day you wake up in the middle of the night having lost sleep. You stare in the dark at nothingness. In this hours without sleep your mind wanders, it creates a form of labyrinth where you loose yourself and find yourself and loose yourself again. This has been happening alot lately you think. Is this what they call insomnia?
Being with the person you love is not always as peachy as one may think. It is not always as it is made to appear; like in the movies, novels or as your favourite influencer has you believe.
Social media hasn’t helped matters either. It has us think that relationships consist only of vacations, branch dates and gifts. But is it?
In the midst of his profound loss, at a time of his mourning, at a time when Pastor A. M. Overton could be asking for the why questions. He looks back and concludes that God makes no mistakes.
Without hope, what do we really have?
Fresh new beginnings start with a desire, a desire for change so deep, it makes you restless. This therefore breeds hope, hope for a new day, for another chance.
For without hope, what do we really have?
If there is a poem that speaks to our hearts,souls and our humanity as a people. It must be the cold within. That as human beings what unites us, that which binds us is far much greater than our prejudices. That we are members of one another, that it is futile and rather sad and destructive for us to look at the things that separate us than the greater ones that bind us. That we can live and let live if only we can rid ourselves of the cold within our hearts. If only we can get rid of the tendency to look at everything and everyone according to appearance,status or otherwise.
The greatest of these is Love- when the love bug bites we can only hope for the stars to align.
Sometimes you may meet someone and think it’s love but really it isn’t…it’s the idea of it, a mirage of love, just an infatuation; some other time, you meet the right one but the timing isn’t. While some we nurture, we let simmer, we wait until the skies are blue and the sun is bright-only then can we make our move.
I’ve always had this secret love for poems, I think in another life I’d have been a poet. Poetry creates all this emotions in the reader. Poems have a way of connecting a reader with their inner self at least for me. At times I long to feel what the poet felt and thought while writing the poem. Its about the intensity, the rhymes or is it the rhythm? Poems are about expression of feelings and ideas to evoke awareness.