battle

Town girl aspirations

I once promised myself

Himalayan narratives in poem and paint

Remnants of a life lived vicariously

Through story and art

Experiences imagined

Through stained windowpanes of my ranting mind

But tonight, I am empty

Of exotic love and great addiction,

A life only made of mundane battles

And ordinary war.

Didn’t you ever wish you were interesting?

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Battles

Battles can be long and the fallout may be ambiguous as the yellow man’s stand on the white man’s issues.

Three weeks and three days of working with a repulsive character is tiring; but in the end, when a hundred beautiful souls line up just to listen to the sound of your beating heart, the battle is worth it and that battle, I will fight. The brutal release of bullet sentences are worth it.

Harbouring hate is playing Russian roulette. I choose love.

An invisible friend’s hand is on the achievement of my day. This battle has been long but ask me any day, I’ll fight it again.  (more…)