That’s Life! Angel Made My Day. — Yesterday, my friend requested that I drive her car from Montreal to Quebec instead of taking the bus. The purpose was to ensure that, after returning from camp, she could directly come home to her hometown instead of going to a nearby city where she had left her car. However…

Reasons and ways to overcome it — I thought I had a good grasp on the topic of ‘hatred’ but recently I realized there is more to it. It is only when we understand the intricacies of hatred that can we overcome it once and forever. There are several reasons for a person to have hatred against…

I wrote this short poem after an argument with a toxic family member — those few words gave voice to the silence i always knew was there I wrote this short poem after an argument with a toxic family member. They accused me of lying about my traumatic childhood, whilst simultaneously blaming me for not speaking out and judging me for seeming ‘resentful’ towards…

Poetry —

Creates disharmony and a sense of false relief Happy moments capture the bliss of our happiness. Sad moments encapsulate the core of our existence. Awareness of both adds complexity to personalities. Acceptance of both as necessary completes the profiles. Be wary of those who promulgate only one option. Be cautious around…

A Free Verse Poem They say the sun shines brightest in Belle Mare, Mauritius, where the sky is painted with the bluest of hues, the cool ocean breeze tickles the skin, and waves sound on the crystalline white sands in rhythmic succession. I remember when I first touched the cool, marbled…

My youth ran away like a Saturday night car jacker — First my youth ran away faster than a Saturday night car jacker. Then my middle age, middle years, round middle and middling thoughts soon followed, skipping down the road like nuns on a holiday. Finally, Old showed up at my door, embrace me she said, I am all you have left. Old…

A tribute to the ones we love — My favorite coffee cup broke the other day. He’s lived in my cupboard for so many years, providing me with some morning company and a way to start my day. Sure, other cups were waiting for me, but they were secondary. This one was special. We had an unspoken bond…

History. — Forget the rest, Only the best will do, Dispense with the detritus And go for something new. The tried-and-true residue, Is, now left in my wake There’s a new direction, The best, I’ll ever take. The hollow of tomorrow, And minutes that have passed, I use up every minute, As if it were…