Monday, October 24, 2016

"We were like astronauts dreaming on the moon, telescoping the stars, exploring the skies, and searching for the moments that took our breath away."
- Robert M Drake

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Elie Wiesel - night trilogy

Earnestly looking for this book and finally got it from the library. To be honest, I was a tad disappointed since the book had received rave reviews. Although it was a trilogy, I read only the "night" as it was a true account of what Wiesel went through during WWII. The other two parts of the book were novels written by Wiesel and I guess I didn't have much interest in that at the moment. 
After reading several accounts of WWII, I felt Wiesel's story lacked "substance" and it just gave the feeling that it was run of the mill book. Of course I am not discounting the horrors he went through, watching his father die and being separated from his family. The one thing I liked about this book was its raw honesty when Wiesel recounted how he had felt a sense of relief when his father died as this meant that he no longer had to take care of him or share his resources with his father. 

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

The darkest hour before dawn 
Is the finest hour of a dream beyond.
When the first ray of light 
Touches the horizon
I know it is a dream long gone.
Like the morning mist,
You linger for a while,
And only for a while, 
I can say you were mine.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016


What is death?
A friend 
A foe? 
Does it incite fear
Or does it bring relief?
Do you welcome it with open arms
Or do you turn around and run?
What is death?
Is it the end 
Or is it a new beginning?
When it comes,
Does it bring an end to the suffering
Or does it take away all that have been good?
What is death? 
A dark secret that we seek
Or one that we hope never to unveil? 
To it, we give our own meaning 
And its face, is as we have painted it to be.

Monday, September 26, 2016

The trouble with love is...
Finding it
Keeping it
Holding it.
The trouble with love is...
Watching it take its last breath
Letting it die
While you watch
Not daring to say goodbye.
The trouble with love is...
Not knowing what it is
Knowing what it is
And letting it slip
Through your fingers.

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Two can play the game

Two can play the game, you say.
But I do not know all the rules.
You say her name once, twice, thrice
And all I can say is I lose.

Two can play the game, you say.
But it is a heart you take,
And it is a heart that you break.
all I have to say to you is goodbye. 

Two can't play the game, I say 
Someone will have to lose,
Someone will have to weep,
It is you I will forget someday.

Two can't play the game, I say.
Someone will have to walk away.
Perhaps, perhaps I will understand someday,
All the games you play,
And all the rules you make,
And all the rules I have broken. 

Monday, September 12, 2016

Sing a requiem for the living 
For they might just as well be dead.
With eyes wide open 
But they might just as well be closed.