Looking back, I am grateful I dared to make the career switch in my mid-twenties so that at the start of my thirties, I am at least working in a field I love and adore. But it is human nature to be restless, ambitious, and even greedy at times, right? So here's what I am looking forward to achieving in the next seven years - to Be My Own Boss. As someone who values my individuality and freedom, this is paramount for me. And here's why.
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Poem: Readers
World skims through my life, barely reading a word Benumbed in boredom blues. God watches me keen Through his rainbow shades, Repainting each tear smudged word With petals of love...
Poem: What Do I Write?
What do I write? What can a penniless, clueless day dreamer Possibly pen down? A writer living inside her catacombs, Never leaving her cocoons. A dreamer, a loser, a victim All muddled up in one head. The vagabonds will have better stories to tell Of seas so vast Wind so wild Cliffs so enthralling. What … Continue reading Poem: What Do I Write?
Poem: Poetry
They tell me “Poetry is for the elite, It’s under currents too deep for the common minds to sink in.” Just like they told “Vedas is for the elite, Hymns are for the elite” But we deciphered it, didn’t we? Didn’t we learn that God doesn’t speak in Sanskrit? Didn’t we see that God loves … Continue reading Poem: Poetry
Poem: The Muse
I turned to poetry to forget a voice I once thought soothing. I turned to imagery to forget a face I once thought loving. He told me I could trust him. He told me he loved me. He told me he would take care of me. He told me my secrets were safe with him. … Continue reading Poem: The Muse
Lirio's Wanderings 