My Literary Indulgences...

They say a shadow is silent. Not anymore. But what might a shadow have to say? I have a story. A boy, a girl and lights. The boy I speak of, is the one to whom I’m coupled. Neither bound, nor belong, and certainly not to follow. The sense of entitlement of humans amuses me. No, I have accompanied him all his life; watched him terrified by me when he was a babe, played with him in his curious years, saw him study me rationally with a tool they call science, and smiled at him when he came to admire me aesthetically. Shadows are destined to be spectators, and so I've watched him, in all lights. What shadows are not allowed to have, are feelings, which I’ll never know when and how, took root inside me. The most beautiful love stories are those, where love is requited in a way you could never imagine. This story begins in a classroom. A place brimming with light; of the fiery sun in the firmament, of the countless contraptions humans call “smartphone”, of the fixtu...

Blow up life to smithereens, Catch ye, the absolute tiniest bits! A trifecta recurs, which means, Life is but thoughts, words and deeds! Thoughts, a raging maelstrom, Untamed ere thy arrival, O Teacher! Calm and still thou did the storm, Brought clarity, purity, insights deeper! Words, an unintelligible heap, Oft misspoke, miswrote my sentiments! Taught me thou, ornate is not deep, Simplicity, aptness are how words need be spent! Deeds, confused and misguided, Oft blew up the peace of  my mind apart! Armed me thou with maturity which lead, To actions wont of a gentleman good, kind, smart! Thoughts, Words and Deeds, Why, life, you gave a student of thine! Remember me, thou, is all I plead, As I remember thou, in thoughts, words and deeds mine!