Spiritsights

Every time I open this blog, I think about the funny nature of its existence. Not just the 200 written pieces but also the volumes of poetry and prose resting on my drive without purpose. So many poems are even lost, on paper or digital notes. Class notebooks are covered with lyrics in the back…

I read the older blogs today and it feels like I have always been a narcissist. It comes out best when I am writing in a pedantic complex pattern about myself or my activities. No wonder I could not write a good piece of literature whenever I wanted to, the only thing I feel is…

There is a fine line, Where our oceans meet, They decide our times, As you sleep, And I write.

Word of the run: Rain It was a good day, it was supposed to be a rest day and then suddenly something called me out in my running shoes. Something seems to be working about this exercise, somehow, I want to run and write. I hope this continues. Rain engulfed the entire atmosphere today, I…

Word of the run: Pain Every step was closer to a cramp. There was a beautiful sunset, a couple of loving adorable dogs, and many phone calls. All of which I loved, just not the run itself. It felt like my body resisted any jump or stress on the legs. I was walking back with…