Alright, you win if you must,If winning be vengeance.If victory be brute belligerence,By all means, claim your crown.If honour be petulance and petty spite.You take such delight in putting others down. Fine, you win if you feel that it is just,If bending rules to your bidding is fair.I am not opposed to friendly competition,But you … Continue reading Sincerely, Sore Loser with a migraine
Author: 2021aine
Lost for words
It is a struggleTo find the right words,Yet when they emergeI am seldom prepared. With nowhere to store them,My mind lets each one slip through the net.Its weave seems to wear,and is getting largerAs I get older,And more and more thoughtsAnd ideas,Swim off,And care not for being caught. One time, when again,I was not ready … Continue reading Lost for words
Waste not; want not
An underrated phrase which needs no embellishing and would ideally make a meaningful impact on the minds of all who claim to be on the side of helping the planet, the poor, or ideally both. Yet in our day-to-day housekeeping habits, perhaps more of us including myself, are less disciplined in this moral code than … Continue reading Waste not; want not
Heatwave
She pinched the brown pine needles between her fingers and turned them upside down, tracing circles in the tablecloth like a compass. On an invisible map, she charted her course, and longed to be in some new world. Far away from blaring speakers, beer bottles and wild unruly children. Yet, some small contentment came from … Continue reading Heatwave
First year students
The lecture drags us through the morning, stretching itself out like a lazy housecat and making only minor painful increments of progress. In his own well meant way, the professor with a sedating monotonous voice tries to explain to us the finer details of quantitative research and its relevance to the healthcare sector. Meanwhile, over … Continue reading First year students
Say hello for me
It was probably about ten thirty in the morning when I had finally reached the other side of the ravine. Gasping for air, not from the October heat, but from my climb to the top of the hill. Yet, I beamed at my accomplishment, ignoring the older experienced hikers who had made the trek with … Continue reading Say hello for me
You were made for more . . .
You were meant for more than this,but your wings were clipped.How will you reach those distant shores?The ones you have only heard of in tales?You were made for more. Dreams can only take you so far.Within those fantasies you cannot stay,So, you carry them with youIn the refuge of your heart,But what good are they … Continue reading You were made for more . . .
This world is not made to last.
What a tragic idea and yet it is one that many people have believed to be true for thousands, or perhaps hundreds of thousands of years. It is an idea that has been bothering me for quite some time amid the Western world’s apparent fixation with all things eco-friendly, not because I have any objection … Continue reading This world is not made to last.
But when the party ends . . .
What can you say? You want to say so much. You need to. But, can you? The question hangs there until dead, but at some point it will need cutting down. You draw breath to speak, then catch yourself just before anyone around you notices. You let it go and the silence remains undisturbed, at … Continue reading But when the party ends . . .
Midnight Caller
He called at a ghostly hour, and hovered outside the front door. She had seen him approach from the other end of the street, just as she was retrieving her keys. There was no urgency in his pace. His gait was tall and menacing against the amber streetlights, and he took slow purposeful steps. She … Continue reading Midnight Caller
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