Long queues.Miles of cars. Borders. Luggage. Passports. Women. Children. Seniors. Pets. Water bottles. Sandwiches. Railway stations. Adhoc camps. Portable beds. Subway bunkers. A baby born in the subway. Men staying behind. Explosions. Broken windows. Traffic jam. Destruction. Misery. Death. The sinister joke of the twenty-first century.
Citește mai departeA woman is the beautiful sex.A woman is the fragile sex. A woman is Eve’s daughter. A woman is motherhood. A woman is pregnancy. A woman brings life into the world. A woman is caring. A woman is nurturing. A woman is delicate. A woman is feelings. A woman is emotions. A woman is balance. A woman is resilience. A woman has the heart of an artist. A woman is a man’s companion. A woman is the yin to the yang. A woman is complementing the other half. A woman is not unequal to the other half, just different. A woman is sacred feminine. A woman should go without saying, shouldn’t she?
Citește mai departeI am traveling by train.I am bound to arrive at my destination in two hours. I fall asleep for what feels like a moment, But then some passenger movements on the aisle wake me. I open my eyes. The couch in front of me was empty when I fell asleep, And now there is a sleeping young couple occupying it. They look to be in their thirties, And they are married. I notice the golden rings on their left hands. The woman rests her head on the man’s shoulder, And the man hugs her. Both are wearing jeans and comfortable sweaters. I can’t help but notice the loving and protective tenderness in their embrace. Passionate love. They love each other so much, crosses my mind. I love doing people-watching. I learn a lot about human nature when I take the time to observe it. Discretely so, Witho
Citește mai departeLove.Feelings. Emotions. Ups and downs. Intelligence. Strength. Vulnerability. Weakness. Ambition. Determination. Happiness or the lack thereof. And above all, kindness. ...
Citește mai departeTwitter is down today.An IT bug or another, Threatening the well-being of the social media giant. I’m sorry, but you’ve exceeded your daily rate for today. Your favorite content is unavailable for now. Please try again later. Oh well. I might as well peel myself off the screen. I’ll go to the park. I’ll enjoy the sunny weekend and the good weather. Watching the news about burning libraries in France is too painful anyway. It seems that this bug attacking Twitter came at the right time. I’m sorry, bad news is unavailable today. Your heart shouldn’t take so much grief at this time. The world is in too much pain. Maybe you should take a break from the devastating news. Please try again later.
Citește mai departeWhen we think about the Dragon,We think about a ferocious beast. Larger than life, fire breathing and frightening – his destiny is to protect the Princess from any danger, big or small. So much so, that no one ever dares come close to the castle Where the Princess is dreaming about Prince Charming. Even Prince Charming himself must summon up his courage To face the Dragon every time he visits his betrothed Princess And brings her flowers and chocolates. But other than that, No one ever steps into the castle. It can get lonely. We are used to fear the Dragon, But we forget that he has a soul too. How could he breathe fire if it didn’t come from deep inside his soul? Just like we couldn’t breathe without oxygen in outer space, The Dragon couldn’t breathe fire Has he not had a soul to nourish it. We fear his
Citește mai departeI keep being told that my gender was assigned to me at birth.No, it was not. It was merely observed at birth. Well, what can I say. Actually, it goes without saying that I was not born genderless. Some high-profile dignitaries in our society think that you need a degree in biology to understand gender. Really? And here I thought for my entire life that all you need for that is common sense. Didn’t you? Granted, I don’t have a degree in biology. But I did pay attention to biology classes in school. I don’t have any issues with my gender. Do you? Thank you, Mother Nature, for giving me my gender before I was born.
Citește mai departeShe is in love with the sun. Every sunny day is a happy day for her. She wakes up every morning with her heart full of joy. She always gazes at the one she loves the most. As the sun walks the sky from dawn to dusk, Her eyes walk the sky alongside him, too. When the sky cries, the sunflower cries too. Her saddest days are the gloomy days When the clouds keep the sun away from her. She thinks about him all day and dreams about him all night. And when the night falls upon the earth, The sunflower can’t wait for the morning to come, To embrace her bright love again. ~~~~~~~~~~ From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 53.
Citește mai departeI have been called names.Many different names. Many humiliating, degrading, insulting, and erasing names. A non-man. A bonus hole. A person with vagina. A menstruator. A uterus owner. A birthing person. A chest feeder. A womxn. And the ultimate slur, A ciswoman. Well, no. I am not any of these things. I am a woman. And I will not have it any other way.
Citește mai departeHe left this world, But he didn’t make it to the other world. He was stuck between earth and heaven. Love is what kept him chained to this world and it wouldn’t set him free. He loved a woman on this earth, But she didn’t know about his love. She didn’t see him. She didn’t hear him. She didn’t know he existed. When he thought it was his time to leave, the bright light did not open in front of him. Angels did not call him. Instead, darkness lay ahead, And his steps wouldn’t follow it. His spirit came back. He needed to find his closure before he could leave this world for good. He wandered on earth aimlessly. How could he find his way to complete his journey? What could he do to open up the bright light And let the angels know That he was ready to pass through the tw
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