All I Need is Within Me

For years;
I looked for answers, I thought my questions were wrong. 
I needed motivation, I thought my people were too busy. 
I yearned for validation, I thought no one really cared.

I sought strength, I felt I was weak.
I wandered everywhere, until I was lost. 
Finally, I turned within, to start afresh.
And there I found it all!

An Olfactory Memory

Nostalgia brings with it this strong sense of yearning, like a chasm that is open deep within your being. It’s a space that cannot be filled by anything. Try recreating a moment with the same elements and you will find that it doesn’t replace what you are missing. 

There is such uniqueness in the way one remembers. 

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A Spool of Thread

There was once a spool of thread,
Made from shades of pink and purple.
He was a happy fellow,
Spreading joy with every unwind.
He shared himself with some buttons, 
Becoming best friends with them.
The kind that hold you close all your life.
Part of him became some beautiful flowers
As embellishment on a graceful white dress.
And dots on lovely linen napkins.
As time went by, he naturally thinned,
Losing bulk but not the shine.


Till one day, the end was close.
He thought back and smiled
He remembered all the beauty he became.
Finally, when his tail jumped free, he felt only joy. 

The Heart

A heart doesn’t break; not easily anyway. 
Love grows it and trust keeps it. 
When betrayed, it adapts to accept.
Painful as it maybe. 

But it doesn’t shrink
It just folds it all up
And stores it away.
Making space for love anew.

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This poem is inspired by and dedicated to someone who lives in my heart. I want it to remind her that the trials she faces today will only make her stronger and teach her to love even more than she does today (if that is even possible).

A Poem to a Letter

This is an ode to you; a letter.

Whether you emerge from ink on paper,
Or as words on a screen. 
You will cease to be a figment.

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Haiku for a Haiku

So random. So droll. 
But does it actually work?
Go on, be the judge. 

Pencil

Apsara to a writer
A gift of love and faith
She is a sharp scribbler.
 

Haikus

Rain
Rain in summertime
Words flowing to match the vibe
Will they grow or drown

Mountains
A cold day it is
In the mountains with the sun
The clouds are teasing

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Hey K, It's K

Hi K, 

Gosh, what was it like to be in your early twenties and how did so much time pass by in what feels like a fraction of a moment?

Let me start by saying, I haven’t forgotten you. I couldn’t, if I tried. It’s been a long long time and I have kept a part of you secure in the depths of my soul. 

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The Games We Play

Just as my dad was responsible for my introduction to reading, so is he the one who taught me curiosity and fantasy. From the time I can remember, he would come up with a variety of mental games that he and I would play. 

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Meditations on Life

Meditations on Life

1. Start cooking with cold oil
2. Always have your ingredients ready and lined up
3. Soy in eggs tastes wonderful
4. Fruit in salad always makes it better
5. Food is the best form of nostalgia

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Six Word Stories

Beads

Glass pieces that become beautiful creations.

Nails

Long nails, neon tips; hello summer.

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The Now

Remember yesterday, but move on, 
The now has no space for regret or revelry.

Plan for tomorrow, but move on, 
The now has no time for fear or fantasy.

Be mindful of today, that’s what matters, 
You are the Now and the Now is You!

Ch. 3 Silk

Silk

Slowly things started to change.  

First it was physical, she felt stronger and healthier. Others said she looked younger and happier. Her skin, her hair, her eyes, everything seemed to shine. There was an inherent softness to her, but yet she was more. 

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Ch. 2 It's Eyes were Green

It’s eyes were green

Then one day she pushed the water away. No, she didn’t drown, she didn’t even mind the wet or the floundering; because when the water did come higher, instinct taught her to swim, to survive and to enjoy the process. 

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Ch. 1 The Water Came up to Her Ankles

The water came up to her ankles

It had been creeping closer every day. In the depth of her heart she knew it and feared it, but for no apparent reason she felt frozen in place. Unable to move or take any action to prevent the inevitable.  

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Sun Moment

Walktales; a perspective

As humans we get used to things in a certain way. Our brains are conditioned to search for patterns and familiarity from a very young age. The security suits us as children as well as the adults around us.

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Recipe of a Bestseller

Ingredients of a Bestseller

For the good side:
1 main character; toughened by hard times but vulnerable

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