maybe we are all dead souls,
rehashing life on repeat, hoping for absolution:
Maybe the wind was created so that I could caress
you gently. Washing pain with cotton wool
like how my Nana used to kiss away my bruises,
with promises of rainbows and sprinkles.
Now I come back to life, absorbing your bleak,
breathing Stardust into you again.
© Fiza Arshad, 2017 All rights reserved.
Sitting down in front of my rustic, old desk with my broken computer and munching on baby carrots, I worry about my future. I worry if I will ever move on from a computer that needs to be hit every few minutes for getting stuck or going viral with different pop-up windows. I worry if I will ever move on from the creaky bed that’s only used half the time and I end up sleeping on the floor to escape the creakiness and the many resulting back-aches. I worry if there ever will be a day when I would be able to open the windows to see the hustle and bustle of the city instead of the blank, white wall of the next building. There are a lot of things to worry about.
This blog post is so full of love, light, energy and positivity. It’s something I tell my friends too. Don’t be in a relationship because you need to be in one! It also reminds me of a conversation I recently had with my mum. We were talking about building relationships and socializing. And I told her despite being generally friendly with most people, I like connecting with those who give off good vibes and energy. I can’t help but sense the energy of a person and be drawn to those who are full of life and compassion. And no that does not mean being chirpy 24/7. I will keep it short and let the post below weave its magic. Take some time out to read.
I wanted to start this post by letting you know of something important. When I speak of my past, when I reveal something a bit more personal, for instance, when I mention my ex or anyone who affected me like my adoptive mother, I do not want you to think that I’m venting. This is […]
Beauty is not a beautiful thing unless the person considering the said beauty
is a beautiful person said a beautiful person – named Beauty – once upon a time
when the world was kinder
and Beauty a beauty.
Then Time came along
taught her a lesson
was considered an unpleasant person.
Trying times were such that
“You are not Ugly” became
a sensational comment.
© Fiza Arshad, 2016 All rights reserved.