Thursday, March 28, 2013

You have no idea


You have no idea how great you are.

The little that you do is amazing
enough to put a smile on someone's face.

The kindness that you show
brings back hope to the one receiving it.

That sincere thank you you say
goes a long way to calm an agitated mind.

The simple poem or prose in your blog
lightens the load of a stranger passing by.

That senseless rant you leave behind
makes sense to someone else who thinks just like you.

A good word that you speak with unconditional love
tugs the heartstrings of a hardened soul.

The like that you checked
is an affirmation that someone actually cares.

The petition you signed
saved someone from an injustice from being done.

Your openness to receive and accept
makes life a lot easier for someone who is about to give in.

You may not light up like the sun
but the glow in you guides another out of darkness.

You may not be famous or an award winning individual
but you are to the person whom you inspire and motivate.

You may not think very much of the things you do
but the sheer simplicity of it measures more than you will ever know.

You have no idea how great you are do you?

Well, you do now.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

It is easier

It is easier to see beauty in the eye of the hurricane
than to see it in the eye of an insincere man.

It is easier to see beauty in the heart of a volcanic eruption
than to see it in the heart of an arrogant man.

It is easier to see beauty in the destruction of a tsunami
than to see it in the destruction of greedy man.

It is easier to feel beauty in the warmth of the scorching sun
than to feel it in the presence of an angry man.

It is easier to freeze in the beauty of a cold winter
than to freeze in the grasp of a cold hearted man.

It is easier to hear the beauty of the sound of wilderness
than to hear it from the voice of a shallow man.

It is easier to embrace the brilliance of a blazing fire
than to be in the embrace of a sexually perverse man.

It is easier to hear the beauty of a dog’s howling
than to hear it in the sermon of an ignorant man.

It is easier to feel the love of a merciless storm
than to feel it in all the competing religions created by man.

It is easier to understand why a prey needs to kill to survive
than to understand the justified killings of a man.

It is easier to open ourselves to the magnificence of the universe
than to open ourselves to someone who claims magnificence because he is man.


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Monsters, Beasts & Creatures


I like monsters ever since I could remember. Maybe it was because I grew up with the Ultraman TV series, or maybe because of Harryhausen's Sinbad trilogy or The Thief of Baghdad, Clash of the Titans, Jason and the Argonauts, The Blob, The Thing or all the monsters from the 50s, 60s, 70s & 80s.

At some point in life it was inevitable that I had to sketch a monster book of my own. These are just a few of my collections done with a charcoal pencil on various sketch books.


Friday, March 22, 2013

The Man who was so Full of it

I'm sure you must have had the experience of meeting someone like that. This one's dedicated to them since they inspired me to write this.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

When my Pocket was Empty

When my pocket was full
I demanded the food to come to me fast
When my pocket was empty
I could not thank the person serving me enough

When my pocket was full
I went shopping every week to fill up the closet
When my pocket was empty
I took the hand me downs and learned to appreciate

When my pocket was full
I stuffed everything I could eat by myself
When my pocket was empty
I had less and learned what’s good for my health

When my pocket was full
My friends and I hung out restlessly
When my pocket was empty
I treasured my moments decisively

When my pocket was full
Life was a party that could never end
When my pocket was empty
Only those left behind were my friends

When my pocket was full
I couldn’t get enough of the world’s adventure
When my pocket was empty
I took a journey within in awe and in wonder

When my pocket was full
I could only see the glamor and the glitter
When my pocket was empty
My eyes were opened to Mother Nature

When my pocket was full
I had no idea what the world was worth
When my pocket was empty
I saw what I had done to mother earth

When my pocket was full
I could only hear the shuffling of dollars and clinking of dimes
When my pocket was empty
It was so quiet I could hear myself for the very first time

What I Learned Today: Awesome story telling

Sunday, March 17, 2013

The Train that could not leave the Station

And all this because of a thunderstorm. I had to switch off the laptop due to the heavy thunderstorm one day so I pulled out the art block and started scribbling and doodling. The first title that came to mind was The Man who could say no more, and then I was on the roll. More and more titles popped up and now I am on the forth micro fiction which I never in my life thought of writing. Although I've written flash fictions between 800 to 1000 odd words before micro fiction is a blast. 


Friday, March 15, 2013

ICG: In Good Company

Look what I found. I did this somewhere between 2002 to 2005. That's as far as I can remember. I was young and  ambitious then and I was so sure that I wanted to start my own magazine. Something that I could take with me wherever I go, kind of like a chicken soup-reader's digest- DIY-feel good-spiritual magazine. And this was the product. I called the magazine, In Good Company.


Thursday, March 14, 2013

The Politician who knew too Little

Here I am trying to complete a novella with haste and there I am getting fired up to do this micro fictions. With all the idiotic and despicable politics going around worldwide sometimes I wonder what politicians actually know. This is the one about the politician who knew too little.






Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The Man who could say No More

At this time and age most of us don't have the luxury to stay put and read anything longer than a quotation. It's not because we can't afford the time but because we're distracted by the speed at which technology travels. So here's a micro fiction for the mercurial netizens and I mean micro with a capital M.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

I Promise Myself


i promise myself this day
will be adventurous
although i have no limbs

i promise myself this day
will be wondrous
although i have no nose

i promise myself this day
will be joyous
although i have no ears

i promise myself this day
will be stupendous
although i have no eyes

i promise myself this day
will be tremendous
although i have no mouth

i promise myself this day
will be marvelous
although I have no wealth

i promise myself this day
will be fabulous
although I have no beauty

i promise myself this day
will be miraculous
although I have no perfection

I promise myself this day
will be momentous
because I define my own existence

Saturday, March 9, 2013

A Woman's Day is Everyday


You are a woman of wonder,
You are a woman of pain,
You are a woman who gathers
All the hearts of shame.

You are a woman of splendor,
You are a woman of blame,
You are a woman who suffers
Every breath you take is slain.

You are a woman plundered,
You are a woman strained.
You are a woman shattered,
But still, you never wane.

I celebrate you mother,
I walk with you in rain,
I celebrate you sister,
It's time to bring back claim.


http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/03/08/world-womens-day-health-facts_n_2832307.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=folETlLz3FM&feature=youtu.be

What I Learned Today: Happy Women's Day

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Quote of the Day: Achievement


If you are in the position to help someone
and you don’t
you would have passed off
one of your greatest achievements

Friday, March 1, 2013

Ideas are a plentiful

Apartment living is just so strange. Last Sunday I hear a couple arguing and screaming their lungs out but I don't really know where it was coming from or which floor for that matter. And then just now I heard a mother beating the life out of her son for something he has done, and at the same time someone upstairs is running around, dribbling a ball maybe and shifting furniture and dropping stuff all over the floor.

This is like the basis for a new story, a little like Hitchcock's Rear Window, the only difference is the witness doesn't see anything. Hey, it'd be cool if the protagonist was blind then it'll be like Wait Until Dark with Audrey Hepburn. Hmm ... needs some brain wrecking.

Well, whatever the plot, as a dreamer, sounds better than a writer, there must be a story somewhere in there don't you think?

What I Learned Today: The Secret to Living Well