Tag Archives: east

Going on the same path, headed different directions

Sometimes the feel of hurt tastes so sweet and it can be tasted by the tip of the tongue as if it was just yesterday when I found all reason in you; a low point, I know, to believe that that would do but it felt safe it felt like home amid the world ofContinue reading “Going on the same path, headed different directions”

Where the tree once stood

Go where the birds roam where they want. A place where they always come back, on a tree, underneath the sunlight. Living naturally within the forest that nurtures them cares for them that plays with them that holds the weight of their bodies after they move onto the next life and places it upon theContinue reading “Where the tree once stood”

तुम को देखा तो ये खयाल. “I saw you; then this thought…”

“I saw you, then this thought came that life is the heat, and you are the leafy shade Today again, the heart made one wish today again I reconciled the heart life is the heat, and you are the leafy shade I saw you, then this thought came If you leave, then I shall thinkContinue reading “तुम को देखा तो ये खयाल. “I saw you; then this thought…””

When I pissed myself in China

No, it’s not something that I’m proud of; it never is, but some moments are so effing awkward, traumatic, yet thrilling that I have to write about it. The smell of sweat when you’re traveling alone for two straight days; running about here and there, trying to figure shit out while you follow rules lessContinue reading “When I pissed myself in China”

Deep night with a douchebag

Southeast Asian beaches remind me of him. I was young, the night was wild, the winds were gently blowing over my face, and there was mystery light blinking from a ship afar. The stars were crystal clear and bright, the breeze was warm. My skin was radiating even in the dark. So warm it allContinue reading “Deep night with a douchebag”

Psychos with red hair

I’m not really talking about those who were born with red hair, but I’m talking about those who color their black hair red while going grey with the belief that the red will make grey less obvious while not actually making it black because putting black on black hair would give it away. They’re sortContinue reading “Psychos with red hair”

Street dogs and humans

Amid a pack of male dogs who gather around a female and have a hormonal frenzy, there’s also a street dog who walks besides a human that he claimed, or that claimed him, vice versa. They sit on the stairs to the closed store at night outside, and when the human figures that it’s timeContinue reading “Street dogs and humans”

That marbled pathway

Who are we but bright flames that wane? Flesh alive and so here now, but can step away from these frames Far away the evening fragrance lingers Seeping into deeper woods Feeling is like morning weather With windchimes and little bells Rolling misty haze, kissing our feets Atop the marbled pathway Of a holy treasure

Vegetable seller

When I was a kid, I reclined near the balcony door under the sunlight and overheard the veggie seller shout out vegetables he was selling for the day. Such a lively thing it was; the crows were crowing… the birds were chirping, dogs barking, music playing, people talking, cars honking, kids yelling, bells ringing, whistlesContinue reading “Vegetable seller”

Book I’m not gonna read, sketch I’m not gonna draw

Something happens when I head to the east. Way more interested in soaking in the air, sounds, and sights; the honking of the cars, the hustling and bustling of people, random music, everything. Sitting on the rooftop watching people walk. Two years ago I went into a spell of whatever the f it was whenContinue reading “Book I’m not gonna read, sketch I’m not gonna draw”

Wild Shiva

He’s got long dreadlocks and blue-black patchy skin He dances atop planets and creates cosmos with every turn His dance is powerful and wild He widens his eyes and sticks out his red tongue. Shiva dances with passion amid the cosmos He can erupt a volcano with the snap of a finger He spreads theContinue reading “Wild Shiva”

Prostitute

He saw her standing around in the middle of the road. She seemed disconnected and out of place. She hair was dirty, matted, and unkempt. She had scars over her dark skin. Her fabric of clothing, a saree, was dirty and had holes in it. She was really no different from any other young beggarsContinue reading “Prostitute”

Ponzi scheme dreams

I don’t claim to be a saint He said I’ll steal for you, lie for you, fight for you So that you can live like a queen In a pink and maroon house surrounded by trees that you love Papaya, mango and plantains I’ll buy you all the jewels in the world Raise your dreamsContinue reading “Ponzi scheme dreams”