When I love you, I love all of you, in a non-chronological way that suspends me in a time warp. I don’t only love that part, or this one, that pours on me a plethora of sunlight. I conjointly love the dark shadow, splayed on the gravel behind me, that your brilliant imposing light shacklesContinue reading “Love and Polarity”
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What I Miss Most
I wonder what it is that I miss the most about you? I feel your spirit still. And in fact, we have become closer since you left. I think what I miss the most is your voice. I guess because it is the closest thing to, I would think, your biological signature when you wereContinue reading “What I Miss Most”
Why Kombucha
Who’ll tell you why Why we hope and dream Why we tell ourselves first, And each other later, Lies that are half-truths: Half in knowing, And half in not knowing That we are never going to fully Be in the knowing. (Guess which half Is more submerged in the self than the other. Guess, then,Continue reading “Why Kombucha”
A Prism of Possibilities
This, today. I wish you could carve it along the walls of your home. One of the most remarkable ordinary days is occurring unreasonably. Today had no incentive to start so kindly, but it did. Something tells me that the magic of your growth is the actual source of this prismatic primitive feeling. This letterContinue reading “A Prism of Possibilities”
Life’s Garden
The roots of your little pleasures, fleeting joys and giddy delights in life should never be in the clutches of your big achievements, substantial rewards and potent prosperity. You must not mix up these two exhilarating sources of happiness: One effortlessly scattered like little wild infinite flowers across your entire life, and the other arduouslyContinue reading “Life’s Garden”
Bring Joy to Their Hearts
Once, upon a waning crescent moon during a spring in Khobar, Saudi Arabia, two apricot sellers wheeled their wooden carts down a long sandy curb outside of the market, a few hundred meters apart from each other. As the sun was packing to take its leave for the day, and so were the other marketContinue reading “Bring Joy to Their Hearts”
The Doctrine of Signatures
On one of the thirty-three islands they call home, my thoughts can rarely puddle up together to form droplets for a cloud to condense upon. They stagnate in the atmosphere; rarely falling to wash things away, adding to the methane gas emanating from the cow fields over many out-theres, alternating the amount of solar energyContinue reading “The Doctrine of Signatures”
Repressing
He had so many questions and they were shadowed by answers that were futile to both of us. He asked if I liked my new place, he asked what I had planned for tonight, he asked how my grandma was doing – things he knew the responses to. He also asked about the weather evenContinue reading “Repressing”
Writer’s Block
It’s been days that I am in a “writer’s block” cove, unable to wriggle myself out. It feels damp and stuffy in here, and seriously dusty. The people in here smell like rancid sour judgements. Today is the day I flick off the guards and police of thoughts standing by this cove. Protecting all that’sContinue reading “Writer’s Block”
Quercetin
“Why write fiction?” asked the bookshop’s sales manager, “Why not write about philosophy – erratic emotions, wise thinking, real experiences, contemplation – you’d be good at that. The world is full of forged personalities as it is. Maybe that’s why you don’t have clients. People need to relate to the gist these days rather thanContinue reading “Quercetin”
Beisan's Burble 