“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.”
Friday, 25 November 2016
Sunday, 13 November 2016
EMPTY WORDS

She looks at him with misty eyes
They have made love or attempted to
He seems content and relaxed
Most importantly, satisfied.
Not noticing her "silence"
Or perhaps choosing to ignore it
Not knowing its cause.
He is talking about leaving now
His voice a monotonous drone
Over the din of the fan in the background
In the cramped two room apartment
Filled with the smell of their "sweating bodies".
In her mind a thought crosses
The only difference between her and her sisters on the street
The so called "Whores",
Is that they receive payment in cashAnd she receives it through emotions
In form of words,
words that have ceased to have meaning now
Empty words-"I love you"
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