When I was around nine, I remember my friend sending me an email asking me what I wanted to be when I grew up. My reply was ‘an author, or perhaps a detective.’ I am (somewhat of a) grown-up now, and working, but if you asked me this question, I’d still vaguely point to this…… Continue reading Here’s to fun
Two sides of my brain conversing today –
With paintbrushes out I sit down and I paint a scene The sun’s a spider And the grass is bottle green I draw apples and a pink swing Hanging from a tree A summer day Belonging to me. When you’re five The sky is any color that you want I’d paint a kangaroo yellow And…… Continue reading Big Little World
‘Who am I?’ I find myself wondering. Every time I find myself questioning who I am, I delve into old photographs, looking back at frozen moments in time. A fresh-faced younger me, caught in a slight frown in a candid picture; a younger me posing with a favourite book or smiling next to an old…… Continue reading In Search of Identity
A little Belgian man,Just over my heightWith an egg shaped headYou could spot from miles,Armed with a ‘stacheLike England’s never seenHe makes me smileWhen he says ‘mon ami’.He’s obsessed with orderAnd a methodical mindYou can’t try and keep a secretThat he cannot find.You’ll find no matchFor his magnificent brain,His ‘little grey cells’Invariably win the gameSometimes…… Continue reading We Hunt Again, Mon Ami
We keep in touch every day,My phone filled with your notifications;But between the heys and the goodnightsWhat happened to our conversations?
We are two blue pieces Of the same jigsaw puzzle, But of opposite ends of the ocean.
Nothing very coherent, but I had this sudden urge to open this box up and write about certain good things that have happened and that I am so grateful for. A nice way to spend some time instead of thinking of the current situation, I reckon. This year, I started interning while finishing my last…… Continue reading Quarantine Thoughts #3
When you only always see yourself From someone else’s shoes, How do you know what you really are, What is, and what’s not true? Finding where you really live, Where your heart is at its best, Walking down a bottled street But you can’t find the address. When will all the walls break down? When…… Continue reading When?
If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? Quoting Stephen Fry from one of my favourite sketches, ‘let me ask you a different question in the same way’: If you create something, and no one sees what you have created, is there a…… Continue reading Artistic Dilemma