A Boat, Me; A Boat, This Year


As the world moved into a new year,

Fireworks filled the air like air fills the sky.

She gazed at clouds as they were consumed by sparks of hope;

Their light reflected eagerly in her experienced eyes,

And she breathed deeply, stored with her past –

She was a boat beating against the harsh sea,

Ready to be stormed into havoc by the cyclonically happy future.


A very happy 2016, dear reader.

Thank you for the inspiration you have lent me throughout this past year as I penned my convoluted thoughts and weaved feeble stories out of them in my sporadic attempts to light a spark with ideas, and warm the heart with words.  At the onset of this new day, I wish and pray that each one of you has an amazing year ahead, one where you can dream without constraint, and, more importantly, one where you can work with unfailing hope to fulfill them.

May you continue to read, write, dream, and inspire. Happy New Year.




To you,

I know this letter is very unprecedented; it might shock you, amuse you and even manage to get you thinking. In the end, however, you are most likely to presume, like all the other people I have ever communicated with, that this letter is a hoax. Let me certify, with gripe, that it’s authenticity is without repudiation and my motives for writing are strictly professional.

I see you have been trying to save that tray full of exquisite German chocolates for tomorrow. I do not understand…I see in your eyes the most beautiful craving to hog them up all at once, but despite your soul’s crunching cries you have held your ground. You are resisting, keeping good things for ‘later’.

I do not have the faintest idea why someone in their sane mind would ever take such a measure.

Do you not know of my masterful machinations? Do you not know how the world works? The only moment you have control over is this exact instant; the very moment you start transcending into the next, I take over. You are a powerless blurry spot on my chessboard.

Eat those chocolates, and stop the defiance.




tree_forest_garland_snow_winter_61095_3840x2160.jpgShe is like an ellipsis, do you understand?

Like an eternal string of lights that brightens the Christmas tree without end.

She is like a candy that does not melt, a fountain of beauty that does not exhaust, an undying day.

She is the soft rain of snow lingering in the air.

She is so endless that it is impossible to hold her.

And hence I do not have her, even though she is all around me.