The Evening Star

It was a snowy night. His hands were trembling while cutting the branches. He had to come a long way to find the birch trees. There were pine trees all around. Oh, the lovely pine trees. He just can’t use pine trees for burning because they produce a lot of smoke and he doesn’t want to suffocate. The darkness was spreading as the sunset. He hurries to collect enough wood for the night. His horse shakes his head, in order to ring the bell that was around his neck. It was as if he was asking to hurry up. It was a legit concern as the snowy breeze was getting inside his woolen clothes and sending chills up his spine. It was almost dark when he reached his house. It was a beautiful cottage. The house was situated on a hilltop. The house was made of wood however at certain places; there was the use of brick pillars. There was moss decorating several areas of the house. He crossed the front yard of the house. As it was a steep place, he has converted this area into a garden where he us...

There are too fewer people who read books these days but do you know what reading a book does? While reading books, I have been around the world and I have seen wonderful places. I have seen places like Florence where renaissance flourished, home to the famous poet Dante Alighieri. I have visited places where Dante have spent his life. I have visited the Boboli gardens. I have been to Florence Baptistery where Dante was baptized.  I have been kicked out of Florence just like Dante and was forced to Venice. I have visited all the amazing places in Venice and took the orient express to Paris. I have been to France, to Paris and danced on the famous Waltz songs of Paris restaurants. I remember my girlfriend Pascal taught me that it is easy to dance on Waltz, just one, two and turn around.  I have roamed all around Champs-Élysées, walked under Arc de Triomphe, and visited the famous Place de la Concorde. I have walked and adored the paintings inside the Louvre Museum esp...

For ladies out there, all young and old age For fighters out there, all ready to show grace For victims out there, fading at snail’s pace October, dear October be a blessing for the braves My mother was a beauty, brown hairs black eyes From head to toe, an example of how to live a life When she fell ill, I thought it was ordinary But the doctors concluded what put me through hell I’ve always admired the way she tied Her long hairs in a pretty French braid Then one day she started to hide under scarfs I was sad, so sad, to see her this bald I cried every night when I heard her threw up Couldn’t tell she was same Cause she gained weight too much I stood deadpan in hallway of hospital The night she lost all her potential It was October, yes October I prayed and prayed October, dear October be a blessing for the braves “Dedicated to all victims and survivors of breast cancer.” Originally Posted on Wordlogue https://wordlogue.wordpress.com/2017/10/28/oct...

As I am sitting on the window sill, staring at the sky outside, watching the birds fly, some with probably food in their mouths while some remain empty but they are still flying, still searching despite the setting sun. They have faith and not irrational thoughts and fears that the sky would fall upon them or for a moment, they will stop flying or they will have to return empty-handed to their nest, to their kids, whose eyes are filled with hope. But, that doesn't happen, the sky doesn't fall upon them, they do not stop flying and the hope in their eyes does not die. As the sun sets and the birds go home to warmth, I can hear my mother on the phone with one of her friends. She's telling her friend to have faith. Have hope. That everything happens for the best. When God takes something, when God takes someone, when He doesn't give you what you want, what you asked for, then He's planning to give you something much better than what you asked for. He's plan...

I wrote many long captions for my mother and her motherhood, my best friend and our friendship, my people and their places, for him and my feelings, but I never wrote something for you Abbu (father). No, today is not father’s day. No, it’s not your birthday or death day. It is just that I am missing you a lot, or maybe it’s the time of year when people start missing people and I am filled to the brim today, so I want to spill some thoughts out. I have preserved you for a long time now and today just wanted to check if you are there at the right place in my heart where I left you eleven years ago or maybe you left us eleven years and one day earlier. All the places I sauntered and food I consumed, I remember you. You were so gregarious and I am exactly the opposite. You bonded families and spent on happiness a lot. I remember how you took your meal; making small loaves of roti (tortilla) and you would never drink water after eating but in between. You always left 2 sips in...

The bloody lift is always malfunctioning. He kicked the steel frame with a vulgar slang. He was a man of faith. Decent and always looking at life from a positive perspective. His head ached while he was climbing the stairs. His world was upside down. It was a filthy old building. The placed smelled of rust, and the air was dense. The stairs were like a snake coiled up after digesting its prey. The bulb flickered every once a while in its efforts to keep the darkness of the night away.  The stairs were littered with used cans and cigarette bud. There were a few traces of the grill along the staircase that used to exist sometime. The walls were dark as a single bulb was making a feeble attempt to keep the stairway alight. The walls must-have been painted white when the building was built, but now the colour has faded with traces of dampness all around. The pale yellow colour shines in the light and displays its art of pathetic graffiti and useless adverts that are placed around t...

He was a man with no faith. He smiled as he crossed his small garden. The flowers were blooming. It was a sunny day, relatively hotter.  There is the strange phenomenon that the hotter the day, the greener the plants are, maybe it is due to photosynthesis. The birds were chirping around. Maybe the world wasn’t as happy as it seemed but he had decided to live the last of his day to the fullest so everything seemed happy to him. He was a poor man, dealing with a series of debts. His wife left him and took the kids away because he was unable to provide. It wasn’t that he was a failure, he used to earn big time but time changes and now he regardless of how hard he tries, fails. It was as if bad luck had surrounded him and there was no silver lining in the clouds. Days like those, it was hard even to feed his own self. Despite all these pressures, he was addicted to positivity. He was addicted to happiness. That day, he had decided to enjoy the day so he took out his best dress an...