Call it a window
Call it a door
No matter what you say,
For you, it’ll always remain closed.

Tea and Prose
Call it a window
Call it a door
No matter what you say,
For you, it’ll always remain closed.
Gloomy, dreamy eyes will you deep dive into its ocean of uncertainty or stay safe ashore?
As crazy as it may sound,
An old maid passed the streets,
At three in the morning,
Carrying a flask of tea,
& hot golden samosas,
For the tired, lonely, and invisible souls.
I cannot sleep,
Is it my troubled mind, that is keeping me awake all night?
Or is it the moonlight from my window?
I try long and hard –
To go back to a peaceful world of dreams,
Where the night is dark and the sleep is deep.
But lately I’ve been up all night!
Tossing and turning,
Taking deep breaths,
Reading books,
Listening to meditative music to put me back to sleep…
Why isn’t anything helping?
What is it that I’ve been thinking?
Am I anxious or just excited?
What am I waiting for,
Or rather who am I waiting for?
No, stop it!
Stop thinking.
I need my sleep.
Let’s try going back to sleep.
Night night!
I am but a solo lonesome warrior
Do not disturb my peaceful pursuits
I tread on a path of learnings
I seek not your tiresome company
Do not bore me with your mindless tales
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
– John Steinbeck
Day 27 Inktober : Spark
You can’t start a fire
– Bruce Springsteen
You can’t start a fire without a spark
This gun’s for hire
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.
Be still, thou unregenerate part;
Disturb no more my settled heart,
For I have vowed, and so will do,
Thee as a foe still to pursue,
And combat with thee will and must,
Until I see thee laid in the dust.
From
“The Flesh and the Spirit”
by Anne Bradstreet (d. 1678)
Read this quote at the beginning of a book that I’m currently reading called, A Thousand Valleys by Ken Fulmer and l really liked it.
You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.
– C.S. Lewis
Amen to that!
My arms stretched out to the heavens
– By Abizer Lokhandwala
I am here, I screamed.
HE came out and healed me.