Looking at You
I am looking at you or are you looking at me? Can you see inside me? With all the beauty and all the colors that seem to be on fire, are you looking at my darkest thoughts? Even beauty can’t ignore darkness. Or is this what I think? Even in…
Living in a Box
Don’t we all live in a box, but try to be like Houdini, the escape king? We try to escape all our life, but there is very little chance of success; we are all restrained in the end. Of course we aspire to be as a free spirited bird at times,…
Gone with the Wind
This windy day howls and moans, shattering the day. On such a day, all is lost with the wind. Still he remains, but keeps moving. He feels the wind on his face, knowing that it is pushing him away. Exhausted from the struggle, his heart chants…