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I used to be brave, face the world fearlessly

Unafraid to point out the truth, ugly as it may seem.

My world was black and white, there was no room for grey

Honesty the yardstick, a measure for right and wrong.


I believed evil would be paid back in kind,

Dishonesty, with dishonourable discharge,

Lies, with consequences,

Sin, with punishment.


Moral values were taught in school, the same school that

encouraged being partial to some over others.

Kinship and love were touted at home, the same home that

bore a certain brand of discontent among its members.

“Be fair, be just, be forgiving, be kind!”,

Were among the other thousands of moral values

I was told to uphold in my life,

Every hour, everyday.


But there was no leading by example,

No respect among peers to learn from.

No forgiveness. No truth being told.

Just the carcass of a thousand dreams .


Today I see the world for what it is.

An amalgamation of good and evil,

A land where survival comes first.

Pettiness mixed with pious intent

A fragile film of trust and graciousness

Held together by social dependence.

The rights and wrongs have melded

Into an undefined mess.

Truth and lies existing in the same shadow.

Sin and martyrdom stirred together in a hot cauldron.

I see now that there are no well defined lines.

Minutiae of every moment is defined by multiple points of view.

There is no clear cut yes and no.

And thus, we remain forever in a puddle of

incomprehension .


The compass may work fine

But true north has given up, left its position

And wandered south

Where it’s warmer, and more populated.

Breaking ties


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I know its time to cut ties,

when the lines have blurred

between people

When a line has been crossed

With no thought.


Its time to say goodbye.

Some goodbyes are easy,

Some are not.

The saddest goodbyes

Are the ones you say to people you have loved.


Its not easy to hide in the shadows.

Not a good feeling to be left behind,

To be forgotten.


I’m tired of being that person.

Why all the secrecy?


Just because you think

you have made something of yourself,

Remember it is a superficial world.

Happiness, like life, is momentary.

And precious.

So here I am,

Without much ado,

Severing ties,

Letting go,

Saying goodbye

And hoping the time will come

When you’re ready to be seen

With me out in the open,

No secrets.

Detox heart


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We lived a love so fierce,

So fierce that parting was a wound so deep

So deep it would never heal

Never healing with time

With time spanning infinity

Infinity not being reality

Reality being a heart torn in two

Two halves independently shattering like glass

Glass shards like a thousand tiny daggers

Daggers that pierced a whole heart

A heart that tears all over again

Bleeding once more

Empty once more

Sewn once more

Filled once more.

Fresh love.



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Good evening, my Lady,

How art thee today?”

Fair and fine, dear Gentleman,

How come you upon this way?

Business“, said the Gentleman,

Of a truly enticing nature.

Said the Lady, “Pray what could it be,

If I may?

Could only matters of utmost importance

Bring me to these parts“, said he

For I hail from the far South

Where sushine is at its best.

Oh, woe is me who hath not seen

The beauty of the South“, said she

I hear of magnificent bounties

As nature did deeply invest.

‘Tis true that natural glory is bountiful there,

Yet I’ve recently come upon

Priceless treasures here“, said he to the lady fair.

The sun doth shine so brightly there,

As against its pale light here.

But pale is oft glorious,

Beautiful and sometimes rare!”,

Said the gentleman

To the lady fair.



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Colours everywhere.
A kaleidoscope.
A rainbow.

A shower of fireworks.

Life like a flower in bloom,
Red for love, blue for gloom,
Yellow laughter and purple plumes,

But black most certainly spells doom.

Sometimes they swirl,
Colours most often do.
Ribbons of hues

Slipping in and out of view.

My eyes see them true,
Some bright, some pale,
Some bitter, some stale

A story they’re telling you.

Rosy ribbons of love won
Bitter blacks of hate and failure
Murky brown self doubt

Leafy envy growing like vines.

I love them all.
I love them equally.
I love them all.

All but one.

Thats my world.
Ashy, dusty, grimy gray

Like vision on a hazy day.

I could get glasses
With lenses of any hue
And look at life any way I chose

No one would oppose.

But it would serve no purpose,
No point really.
Gray would always be gray

Whatever anyone else were to say.

For now I accept gray,
Of being in between.
It could be a purple

Or a pale pink even.

Perhaps some day
We’d say good bye to gray.
But life would be black and white,

Then there would be no escape.

Gray is mine.
It should be yours too.
Who wants a tepid, colourless world ?

Let the colours rule.

Being mortal


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What is man if not a spiritual being
Although some may deny
An omnipotent existence
They are drawn to it
Either by love or hate.
Some others make it their mission
To draw the masses in
Sing songs of praise
In harrowing days
Of misfortune and misery.
Some wrestle with the idea of religion
Tearing at the granite books of old
Seeking amidst its folds
For a shred of unexplained evidence
And bring it crashing down.
The world is divided
Unified in its very division
Clusters of humans
Clamouring for the omnipotent’s notice
To be singled out for fame.
What is man if not mortally religious
Religious to being non-religious
Spiritual people of worldly goods
Searching for spiritual food.

Where do broken hearts go

Where do broken hearts go to heal?

Is there a place they go,

Or is it just time,

Sorrow’s greatest friend, saying hello?

How long must time stay

For the heart to get back to its old ways?

Do they ever heal

Or does one just begin to forget?

Must broken hearts heal on their own?

Will time help patch things up?

Do they hope for a loving word, a kindly glance,

A friendly face, a helping hand?


Where do broken hearts go?

Do they really have to?

Or can they stay and just be,

And eventually heal?

Will staying make it worse?

The memory renewed everyday,

Would it be better to forget,

And pretend to go on its way?

What does the heart need to mend?

Will anyone rise to its defence?

Will  a sword appear, a flame bright and clear,

A strong word or someone dear?

Can broken hearts forget?

Or is that what really happens?

Forget and not heal,

Just pretend and not feel?



Home is where delicious is


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After the husband and I visited Vietnam for the first time in 2011, we have revisited Saigon, now known as Ho Chi Minh City, multiple times. And every single time, the sheer charm and beauty of the place has blown me away.The city has somehow managed to maintain a beautiful balance of modernity, with the shiny, tall buildings and bustling activity, and the refreshing touch of old school charm with a sense of peace and quiet.

But this post is not just about the beauty of the place, it is all about food. I know I have said it before and I say it again… There’s no taste like the taste of Vietnam! From simple and soothing rice noodle soup to soups of the more adventurous kind, I’m yet to come across anything I have  truly disliked here. Of course, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the most adventurous of eaters, but I’ve still managed to try a WIDE variety of fish, from white fish to eels, and meats of many kinds! You can never go wrong with “street side” food here, and you will surely never go hungry owing to the fact that there are food stalls and small restaurants aplenty on every street in the city, every few feet. Fancy a sandwich? No problem. Just walk down any road and you are bound to come across a stall selling freshly baked baguettes (Banh Mi) with your choice of meats to fill. And you’ll get your greens with every meal. A huge bunch. A whole lot of deliciously crunchy leaves of many kinds. So there really is no need to feel guilty while you gobble down oodles of noodles and juicy pieces of meat.


This time round, we had a chance to grab a bite at Quan Bui, a restaurant serving local  flavours. It is one of those places that seems like its a small,cozy place. But don’t be fooled by what you see from the outside.  It opens up into two floors of space nicely held together by a pretty cool theme… wooden tables and benches, throw cushions, foliage-hidden nooks and booths, and pastel coloured walls. And then they hand you the rather impressive and expansive menu! I know I had a hard time making up my mind on what to eat. And every single thing we got were scrumptilicious. One thing I must admit, the Vietnamese make veggies taste SO good. Even my purely carnivorous brother and my husband dearest both agreed with me wholeheartedly…for once. And the best part is that it is totally affordable.

So if you’re looking for a sit down with the local cuisine, this place is well worth a visit. They have a wide variety of food to choose from and a rather interesting choice of drinks too.

I can’t but say of course that trying out the street food is a MUST, especially if you’re on holiday and visiting HCMC. Another of my all-time favourite dishes in Vietnam is Bun Cha; a delightful rice noodle dish served with succulent slices of grilled pork and barbecued pork cutlets. It NEVER lets me down. This is best eaten with the sweet and spicy sauce and the leafy greens that come with it. I can never leave Vietnam without eating Bun Cha atleast once during a trip there.

For me, Vietnam is all about the food, the smiling people and the beauty of the place. Ive been truly lucky to have been given the chance go back again and again, and relive everything just once more and yet again!


That broken window, that leaky faucet

That cracked mud pot, that squeaky floor board

That shaky table, that smudge on the mirror

I’ll get to it tomorrow because its not going anywhere.

Tomorrow turned to days,

Then months and then a year,

And I still tell myself, I’ll get to it later

Never fear.

A year became two.

Thats two season changes

I’m two years older,

The rings on that banyan are wider,

My window, faucet, floor board, mud pot

Table and mirror still need my attention.

Before I knew it,

Those sneaky culprits called disease and age

Jumped upon me.

I didn’t see it coming

Neither did I feel it.

And before I knew it

I had no tommorow,

No later,

No years or months or days.

I had only today,

But today wasn’t enough,

All my yesterdays were long gone

And all I had to show for it were

The broken pieces of insignificant things,

The things that didn’t matter to me,

The things that will never matter to anyone.

There is no tommorow,

But I had my today.


I can be still.

Let the day progress

Let noon come and go

Let darkness fall

I can be still. 
I can be still.

Though morning birds sing

As traffic speeds by

When street lights turn on

I can be still. 
I can be still.

When the phone is ringing

When the latest song creates a storm

When the last dry leaf has fallen

I can be still.
I can be still.

Be it rain or shine

The liar denies

The greedy eats humble pie

I can be still.