My Thoughts! — Are you perfect and normal without any instability in life? If you or any of us think we are normal and don’t have any such issues, it is only an assumption. At some point in our lives, we would have gone through some form of minor mental illness. There must…

Prose Poem — “I dare to dream greatly; I dare to fail greatly. I dare to tolerate the ashes of my unfulfilled dreams, for I may dream again. I dare not tolerate the ashes of my unfulfilled life, for I may never live again.” — Philippos Syrigos In the unquiet stillness of the…

Prose Poem — Evenings and nights are quiet, like some silent and dark forests that you don’t want to venture into. Perhaps, you want to venture into them, but must put up with the quiet and the dread along the way. The quiet and the dread plod with you along the way as…

Prose Poem — I’ve been scared about a lot of things since I realized my being. I’m still scared. I’m scared of cats and the cats crying, dogs and the dogs crying — at night — kind of makes me miserable and anxious; beautiful animals, but I’m scared. I’m scared of cockroaches, their…

Prose Poem — “If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.” — Jodi Picoult It is amazing to know what simple and plain conversations can do to some lonely souls and their restless minds. Just someone to talk to or someone who can listen to what they have to say — in the middle of this chaotic life and its hustle and bustle —…

Prose Poem — The loud wails of an old woman in a black veil in the suite next to mine punctured my soul and ears every day, four days to be precise. Only two suites on that small floor… dreaded loneliness could be sensed in that space despite some human presence. It was…

Empathy Helps — Grief is a state of being enormously sad, feeling helpless, failing to process the loss of someone/something which cannot be gotten back, a strong emotion, a response that manifests itself in various (difficult) ways in a grief-stricken individual. It lingers and can trigger painful emotions at any time. It may…

Talking Through — You might be hesitant to call yourself a poet, probably because you have your doubts or you are being modest about being so. You may not understand the value of a poem, maybe because (you think) poems may not give you fame overnight, or because you haven’t yet realized how valuable a…