Eyes smolder across the crowded room, a secret message for her only. Her long silk gown clings to her curves, her bare back glistening under twinkling lights. She is alone. Her mouth tugs up at the edges as she catches him observing her intently. He is speaking to someone at the bar, a woman. He …
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Some people collect rare coins, or stamps, or ancient antiques. Some fill their homes with exquisite jewels and vintage vinyl records; hearts swelling with pride as their trophies stagnate among swirling dust motes and the echo of past accolades. Me, I’m a little different. I collect something infinitely more precious than anything I can buy …
As I reflect back on 2014, the stand outs for me are: grief, loss, change, growth, creativity, love. This year has stolen loved ones from me. Death permanently took a piece of my heart, and my world was completely shattered beyond recognition. Everything that I thought I knew turned out to be wrong. My well defined …
“I’m seeing a counsellor.” My face burns and I look down at the floor. I don’t want to see the pity reflecting in your eyes—I know what you think. At least, I tell myself a story about what you think. My counsellor taught me that. He also explained to me what other people think of …
Sometimes I walk in the shadows between dreams and waking, letting the light of my imagination burst forth from the grey nothing, into fireworks of vivid ruby and emerald. I am endlessly amazed by the power of the unbound mind, where freedom and creation dance a fiery seduction, forever one step ahead of where dull …
I have always worshipped the radiant sun. Years have passed pining for her rapture, chasing her calm light. My mood eternally governed by the kiss of warmth on my skin and glitter over sapphire waters. Yet, my restless heart seeks further of late. My pilgrimage leads me from the luminance I once coveted, into the …
Dearest Me, I know that you don’t know me, not yet. You can’t conceive of a you that has a career, a fiancé, pays bills and drives a car. You don’t know that my favorite food is Indian, or that I drink Merlot like water. But I’m here; I exist out in the world. And …
Familiar excuses skulk uninvited into my thoughts: ‘I’m totally exhausted.’ ‘I won’t get home until so late.’ ‘One week off won’t make a difference anyway.’ Lethargy assaults my limbs, bringing me close to tears at the thought of the gruelling 1.5 hours of class ahead. I tap away at my keyboard, ignoring the enticement of home. …
You can find my original article published here on elephant journal. My power is not diminished by the tears that cascade tenderly down my gentle face, sweeping over savannas of freckles and the treasure map of scars, to caress my waiting lips with their soothing holy water. The waterfall of my pain does not weaken me, …
This love is smoldering eyes Burning fiercely into mine. Navigating my pale-blue sentries, Half-closed against the world. A smile playing on soft lips Tells me all I need to know, It welcomes the mischief that dances behind my curving lashes. This love understands my curiosity: childlike, innocent, free, Appreciates my reverence for nature’s splendor. It wipes …