Unfurling the Tangles #03

Happiest 5th monthsary, beloved! I guess this is a very late greeting and I know that excuses are kinda lame but life has really caught up with me. Hahaha. So forgive this slowpoke, okay? By now, you’re prolly fed up with corny poems and more corny poems during our monthsaries but guess what, here’s another poem for you… When Your Whispers Are More Than Diamonds They say a woman needs her diamonds and her fill of the wallet, too. But these things are only passing, a mere aspect of a human’s desire to experience the physical world, to enjoy what…

Lifely Updates #03

“Sadness and Happiness are the same” Wow. Time flew so fast and it’s May already. It’s another month, a new month to either begin anew or to keep on trudging through life. A new month to thank the Heavens for letting the Universe function as it is and for letting me live to type this post.  Well, COVID-19 is still here to stay but at least, I and all the people I care about are still alive and physically healthy. Although I am quite affected mentally, I know that I can move past this and believe that every thing happens…

Lifely Updates #02

Think good of the Universe and you will become. Until next year, March! March was pretty low key despite the emotional burdens that I’ve been carrying since the middle of 2020. Not to mention that I am contemplating about starting anew and be done with all toxicity I’m experiencing from work. But with the pandemic going on right now, taking the first step towards change is quiet scary. The uncertainties and the question whether I would live tomorrow or not remained a silent but constant voice inside my head. So it all boiled down to thinking about going all YOLO…

Unfurling the Tangles #02

There’s nothing worse than to walk out along the street without you. I don’t know where I’m going. You’re the road, and the knower of roads, more than maps, more than love. ~Rumi, The Essential Rumi Coleman Barks The sun is up high; the paths are clear, The compass pointing to the right direction, The wind blowing gently; the ground firm, It was a nice day to walk, only it wasn’t. My feet kept moving, brow sweating. The moon took over, its light guiding me. And still my feet moved, muscles aching, A soreness begins to bloom within. For as…