Every day is breath in, breath out! Apart from the grocery shopping or urgency, I often hide myself inside my home, without ever knowing when the next ‘opportunity to roam’ will come.

My partner decided that it was too much to bear (to see me stressed, with my broken wings, caged), so she took me outside to breathe the open air.

Oh, I saw the open sky, colors of nature, people, lakes, open fields with no visible houses, forests, etc. Thanking her is not good enough to say how grateful I am! Scolding is required in some cases, you know!

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Poetry

I ditched the clouds of dust on the road I left behind
taking a frozen breath of the stolen moments
I stand in front of the gusts of wind
recollecting the thoughts of reversed luck that
screamed before, now locked inside an iron box
closing misconceptions of reality

carried away notions stumbled to reasoning
and cleared the air
of the gripped reality
my electric soul sounds like a guitar
tuning to the rhythm of life again

me, if I could sail to the Bahamas now slipping through the blue sea passing the city of wonders and the lighthouse somewhere illuminated…

I’m putting my place in the universe into perspective. I’m stardust. I’m golden brown. I’m just one small bit in a vast expanse.
— Holly Goldberg Sloan

When I thought of writing about myself, I couldn’t ignore the fact that I’m stardust (or, probably, a sprinkling bit of it), just like others on the vast horizon of the ignited Universe. I’m the earth’s resident, residing on a tiny part of the Milky Way galaxy, just another amongst the billions of that kind. …

Hello everyone,

The outside is smiling in blooming nature, although humans are going through a struggling period of their history.

The difficulties placed by the pandemic are pushing us to painful emotions and loss. Like many other families, my extended family is experiencing unbearable sorrows and pain, especially in the last couple of months. Lives lost and suffering is prolonging for long!

Hopefully, time will heal the wounds; it always does.

Meanwhile, we will evolve by dealing with the pains, learning new ways to accommodate, and eventually rising to the challenge to proceed to the next steps. Poetry and storytelling…

the lights off and on
in the passing subway stations
I take a glance,
one more station passed by
one more to go

the speed steps into motions
placing a blurry image outside
an animated show circling back and forth
connecting the stops, I didn’t step in

passing through the tunnel hole
lights emerge
darkness disappears
my stop is yet to come

am I already into it
the train being the stop
or just a vehicle
taking me on an unknown journey
in the land of the American dreams

embraced hopes in measured dreams from the memoirs bringing into lights…

in the deep night sleep where
my senseless eyebrows sleep in peace, but
the dreams remain absent inside to search
a good night sleep

‘ssshhh, quiet’

paralyzed thoughts can’t march
just utters some hopeless words, circulating
around my mediocre membrane

a drink is yet to take
the poison to inhale
unholy wraths wait, even after the sleepless night

dreams dried out beforehand

a mantra, some holy smoke
clasp me close to hang tight for another day

my open eyes
close for a while

and take a chance when the daylight touches
shinning on my forehead, cursed out and damned