Peek-a-boo.

Seen a minute, gone another. I am aware of you but afraid to confront.I keep an eye out to expect the unexpected. Shivers run down my spine on the very thought of you.But like always, I toughen up and get ready for what is due. Life has taught me well.Burning it all down was never an option. It seems quite silly, yet not so much.What do you call something that is in between a fear and a phobia? Damn you, lizard, and your games. Continue reading Peek-a-boo.

The encore.

The soul has a calling, and I reciprocate.Every day is different, so is every moment.So, when asked about my favorite music; I don’t know what to say.Not because I am confused; I just can’t foresee what the soul seeks today. 90’s music because I feel nostalgic?Or some EDM to bury myself on a massive workday.Sufi sangeet is great over evening chai and a walk on the terrace.But how about some pop music to calm the nerves and get my spirits high? It is as simple as that, yet so much more.So, ask me not the singers’ name or the lyrics … Continue reading The encore.