First time

I remember the first time we met you promised you won’t let go  you said some people are like flowers: they grow up with the marrow of your bones, light up the darkest parts of your heart and leaves traces within your soul. But the you left me with broken bones, a heart stabbed with…

The world.

Look at the widow, tell me what you see. You probably see the same things that you have been seeing for years. You see anxiety, stress and people who are terrified from time. I loved time, I have always had it as a way to free myself. Like the times the sunlight endured my heavy…

Aimless

Sometimes you must try just for trying, no matter if your try seems aimless. Even if only for fun of leaving a mark, and thus, maybe, achieving something decent. For this seems to be such a short life, so you’d better do your best in the present. When some things seem to be ripe, you…

Have you ever wondered how to be happy? Guide.

A  simple guide and (trivial and superficial) paragraph on how to do the (im)possible. Don’t cry. Cherish every single thing (dollar). Do not let others treat you with disrespect and if they do, act the same way. Love yourself even when you do not have the perfect body image. By the way, look at the…

2:00 am

Seeing someone you love suffering is scary. It devitalize your skin, eats your bones and leave you weak like a child crying with no voice, like an ocean too salty to roar, like a city full of homes with no sunsets and roses. Seeing someone you love suffering is scary. It haunts your thoughts, slave…

Nowhere.

I never knew where I belonged. People were saying you belong to the country where you came from. They would say home is the only place that make you feel free. First time I felt free, I was in a house in Malaysia. I wake up surrounded by people that don’t know my name, nor…

Loads

Decisions weigh heavily and you must learn to carry them, to avoid becoming a mere carriage loaded with all the things you could have been and never…

Light

Maybe this sky i used to stare up for hours doesn’t even exist anymore and those stars dust within my lungs never touched the moon. Yet sometimes when the memories are heavier than the air coming out of my soul, that light coming across the cracks of my room seems to me real than anything….

The Sense of being; and what not.

You thought the answers would’ve emerged with the experience acquired, you believed the promises of blue elders, who told you that time was a friend and age was just a number. Others before you who stated you were a shadow of…

Less than a minute

They say love comes with time. Love is a progression of feelings. But how this is possible when we fall for a person in less than a minute?   By Rim Zeiny   

Hopscotch 51

Cortázar is a great bus seat companion, that book over my lap, helping pretend that whatever is going on around me, isn’t. There I am, huge moving vehicle, a bright blue neon light over my head, women-objectifying music blasting in the radio, loud, but not loud enough to block the sound of trembling glass of…

2 a.m.

There’s something About The dark hours Of 2 a.m. That switches on The lanterns Along your spine And lets you see, Clearly, The words Gushing mutely Through your bones By Rupali Jeganathan read more texts by this author