Tag: Life

notes from a quiet corner

When the familiar urge to close the door creeps in, withdrawal becomes my reflex—my sanctuary, where my absence leaves no ripple.

Buried beneath relentless deadlines and mounting uncertainties, I try to appear resilient. Channeling the recluse within often feels like my only way to survive. I yearn for a distant corner where I can just be with my thoughts.

Yet despite this need for isolation, I crave real connection—a way to share an unfiltered perspective of the world. It feels as though you can only choose one; playing a role is simply the price of acceptance.

So I press the keys, setting my fingers free. Once again, I start to breathe, click-clacking myself out of the congested air.

God may not have given me the voice to speak my deepest truths aloud, but He gave me the ability to transcribe them, and for that, I am grateful. Finding my way back to this safe space is a journey worth taking, and I am finally on my way home.

a thought

Tick, tock, tick,tock
Uttered the restless clock
But there’s nothing to do
On a day painted blue.

Click, tap, click, tap
Tapping through the clouds
Attempting to break free
From all this murkiness.

Hoo, jingle, hoo, jingle
The chimes and wind mingle
Luring my lazy head
To just meander instead.

the rain

A story about a rainfall
Born high up in a cloud
Unusually blissful and small
Sun and Sky were truly proud.

Every rainfall’s whimsy
Was the coming of the ‘great fall’
‘Landing on trees’, said many
‘Is what we look forward above all.’

Others say rooftops or any solid
Will create beautiful melodies
While some wouldn’t mind
Said surprises could be any place.

But this one small rainfall
Had another adventure in mind
‘It would really be wonderful
If I meet and greet a child!’

‘How could that be possible?’
All argued to the small rainfall
‘A child will never notice you
Among billions of us in the fall!’

‘Well’, it said self-assuredly
‘Was I not born extraordinary?’
‘So how can a child miss me
When you are nothing like me?’