Randomness Inside My Head

Of all men in the world with Their charming personalities And promises to be good to me, Nothing made my heart flutter As nervously as you did when You sat across me in that Restaurant. We got off on wrong Foot, but I soon learned how Kind and how reliable you were, How you never hesitated to Offer me your strong arm, holding Me up whenever the days got So rough and I didn’t think I could Carry on...

“Did or do we program you Into doing, saying, making Anything, going anywhere, You’re not completely aware Or don’t have control of?” “Did or do we live in your Brain to think what you Refuse to imagine, in your Heart to feel what you loath, In your life dictating every Step and decision you make?” “Your parents are not robot And neither are you."

Maybe you’ll wish for Something else, things which Are out of your reach, things Which belong to someone else, But I pray, my child, that your Heart will always be grateful For God’s grace to us is always Sufficient. Maybe you’ll abandon Us as you mingle with people Who appear better than your Own flesh and bones, but I pray, My child, that you’ll always come Home to us, to where you always Belong...

A quick interview by Oshini, Honorary Reporter from Srilanka. She's writing an article about what HR's from different countries experience while joining the program. It's an honour to be invited, Oshini! Thank you! 💜

What You and they might agree upon Is anger and rage leave nothing But a bad taste in your mouth, The slow burning regret that Forces you to face your demon And think of another way to Handle them, should they Occur again somehow, someday. But time cannot be turned Back and what is done is done. What remains after that anger, Which explodes into rage, The hurt in other people’s feelings, The vows...

From him I learn, that we can Never forsake family. No matter How hard we try to neglect, to Run away, to abandon people Whose roots are identical with Ours, whose lives are a part of Ours, whose love and dedication Are directed only for, at, and to Us, we can never succeed in Doing that; we can never escape.

Those who mean well will say, “You did your best. Despite all your Other roles and responsibilities, You’ve managed to come this far.” I don’t blame the floor when I Know it is I who cannot dance. I don’t look at my other roles and Responsibilities to give myself A valid and acceptable excuse for Not achieving and being the best. A failure is a failure, no matter How sugarcoated it is with a Hope...

Off they go To the fridge and are kept there Until I heat them up the next day, or Until someone remembers that They are there, stuck somewhere Deep in the cool, white box. Unwanted, but existing. Undesirable, but functional. Neglected, but has to be dealt with Somehow.

Help me. Bring my vision back. Lay the purpose one more time. Help me return to my track, run Through and finish my race. Help me. I’m lost.

As I look up to the heaven, Observing how the clouds were Blown by the wind, the bright and Blazing sunlight burns my skin And blocks my view, but by then I feel alive and well and relieved.

For every meeting there will be Farewell, leaving this deep hole In my heart, a great disbelief that Time has stopped, moments have Ended, and all I have now is Memories Of what, who, where, and when. I’m just terrible at not grieving.

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Mother, how I miss you to be my Strong fortress, the warm embrace Which are always willing to take Me in whenever, however stubborn And persistent I am about declaring How fine and okay I am, although Deep inside (and you know it) my Heart is broken into pieces and I Cry over my ugly reflection on The shattered bits of glass.

May I not think of kitchen and Stove and apron and knife today? May I not think of whom To please today?

2021년 10월 28일부터 11월 4일까지의 숙제이었습니다. Bonus: my youngest baby being whiny 😄.

He never wants to leave, but he knows That he’s full of limitation: his time, his Space, his patience; he can never give Them all to someone even in the name Of love and loyalty and a promise until Death do his part. He is also aware That the other person might leave Him first and how will it define him? Dispensable? Replaceable? Temporary? Boring? Not worthy enough to make Someone stay? Forgettab...

She passed away when the weather Turned nice. She passed away when I was Not ready to bid her farewell. She passed Away taking half of my heart with her. She passed away leaving me grieving Even years after she was engulfed to earth, Tormented by regrets for putting off to Visit her sick self until she wouldn’t Wait for me anymore and decided to Leave. She passed away and I am Still hurting until...

I learned that without any expectations I turn out to be okay, relationships Don’t falter, and nobody feels neither Insufficiency nor alienation nor jealousy. I learned that without relying on nobody Everybody will feel self-sufficient and Interactions will not be shadowed by Demands and regrets for what the other party Should be and should have been doing. The only regret is mine for not having L...

I miss the childhood of eating crackers While sitting on the swing, right before The sun set and the fireflies appeared. We got bitten by mosquitos; they drank Blood and sweat. We had marred skins With nailmarks. We had scrapped Knees. We had ice cream dripping Down our chins. We had our favorite TV show right at seven PM, one hour Before we were told to go to bed. We Had our bikes to wander aroun...

And finally the words slipped out Of your thin lips, the gorgeous line Which always made me smile. “We could have been…. It should have been….” And even over the crowd behind my Back, I could still hear your last Word, loud and clear. “…me.”

Doesn’t it make us crazy to be in Constant race with people who neither Know nor care if we are dead or alive? If then, so what’s the point, other Than making ourselves feel more Miserable for being what we’re not, When we should be thankful for Becoming what we have been?

Love Is Being friends before and staying friends After. The further feeling doesn’t stop us From being there for each other, through Thick and thin, through past and tomorrow, From cautiously sharing what we think And feel, to being who we truly are. Quarrels and fights and disagreements don’t Erase the mutual respect and appreciation For the people we have become and the People either one of us l...

No religion is pure. No congregation is innocent. Every religious gathering can turn right into a social club.

Mama & Kakak citing the poem by John Greenleaf Whittier (1807 - 1892)

Must you be too honest with me and didn’t Even for a second think how your words Would affect, haunt, and maybe kill me? So I replied with the best possible sentence I could think of, what I could think of only Once in a lifetime in a painful situation like I was in that moment, “I’m sorry I didn’t know how you felt.”