The Transparent Me



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Diving into the surface of things


A88A9976-DE6A-46F2-9DF5-3C5F5B019E2DThere’s something uplifting about laying empty-minded in the dark. The light cannot speak to me. I don’t have to stare back at something that cannot see me. I am free from empty conversations.

Earlier today, I spent a few hours staring at the mirror, wondering if I know who I’m looking at. After mindfully inspecting the life in my eyes, the spots on my face and the lines on my forehead, I concluded that I no longer know who I am. Everything is unfamiliar – even now, my own words sound foreign to me.

My sight has taken my mind to a thousand places.

Here, in the dark, I don’t have to think. My mind is following the light wherever it may be. I glance at my phone’s screen and I’m quickly reassured that it’s far from where I lay. I still have a few hours with the darkness.


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Slowing down


When the weather was most turbulent, I began to sink into my own thoughts. Perhaps, it was speaking to me, angered by my lack of self-care. After all, I’ve been distracting myself by stacking up my schedule with activities beyond my human capacity.

I’ve always been uncomfortable with solitude and slow movement, but yesterday I took a moment to myself. Sitting on the rocks by the sea, staring at the waves that move under the mercy of the wind. They crashed into the rocks and each time I thought to myself, does it hurt? Would the waters be the same if the wind was always present? I don’t know. Maybe, they’ll grow tired. Maybe, the rocks will crumble under the force.

I’m both the wind and water, blowing myself in every direction, hitting the rocks and backing up just to come crashing again. I never thought I’d get hurt in…

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This is love


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After the chaos has passed, love still stands strong within me.

Love is not standing by an empty street waiting for headlights you know you’ll never see but fragments of your heart linger around the possibility of seeing your reflection in his eyes. It is not walking back home alone afterward with your head low.

Love is not a deep breath that lays heavy on your chest, tears that wake you up at night, or nightmares that follow you wherever you go.

Love is not asking the weather to comfort you with a few droplets of rain or feeling isolated in the sound of laughter.

It is not the pain and suffering of yesterday.

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Love is the first ray of dawn that whispers your name through your thin curtains. It’s lazy kisses on your neck.

It’s the smell of freshly brewed morning coffee that transforms into…

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I’ll Plant You a Garden


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I’ll plant you a garden of roses when the wind is as kind as it is today, and the air is as cold as my skin.

Loud and clear, I hear the air yelling at me, waiting for my blood to boil, but the fire within me died out long ago. There’s nothing left but the cold touch of my fingers waiting for winter to come.

I’ll plant you a garden of roses when the weather is too cold to survive. A red rose standing still in a tundra because the heat between our skin is enough to keep it warm.

I feel it rushing to my ends. I’m the cold bottom of the ocean and you’re the hot wave that keeps returning to me. When your waves come back home, I send my waters to your shore. That’s what it feels like when your skin touches mine.


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Who am I?


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I am a daughter and a son. 

I’m here but my heart lies elsewhere. I’m a ghost. I’m the air between your fingers. I’m the breeze against your neck. I’m around when I’m not. I see with my eyes shut. I listen to silence. You’ll find my heart when my mind is blinded. You’ll find my mind when my heart is ill; inked with sin, and lost between the bones of my ribcage. I’m driven by my emotions and guided by my flaky mind. I’m yet to learn about the nature of who I am. Meanwhile, I’ll hold on to what I know, and that is: I’ll be loved until I’m not.

Love, Alyazya

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Ceaseless wanting


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I always come back to you, giving up my lips to you
In a smell so comforting and a taste so sweet
Dusk settles as you and I meet, over the water
because no one has to know what you mean to me

My sin, my will, my desire
Skin tight in a stream of light
The bells of art dead
Lust and love live alike

Love,   Alyazya

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Against all odds


Like the last droplets of water
in a lake drying from the drought,
I evaporate into the sky
leaving behind me a crust of salt,
signifying that I used to be,
and no man-made efforts to cool the Earth
could help me.

Like the feet of a desert dweller
betrayed by his instincts,
cut and slashed, as he lost his way,
I grow new skin around my scars,
now, numb towards the heated sand.
I don’t feel fresh wounds form
because they are old to me.

Like the fire that needs air to grow,
but is suffocated by a woodpile
in the hands of an amateur,
I try to see where the wind blows,
but it went to sleep, and you no longer hear
the sound of my flames dancing to the breeze.
He unknowingly killed me.

Who am I now?
Not a person, I figure.
At least, not anymore.

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Days went by | مضت الأيام


مضت الأيام
ومازالت أبواب قلبي مفتوحة
أتت السنين
وملأت الرمال صدري

تقف ذاكرتك على التلال
تناظرني من بعيد
تلتفت وتعاتب أطلالاً
كانت في الماضي أحلام

… هنا، الشمس لا تغرب
فجفت الأنهار وتراكمت الرمال
حتى تكونت بداخلي صحراء
ذبلت ورود كانت ترتوي منك
وروحي أعياها لهيب الرياح ظمأ

شمسٌ قاسية تحرق قلبي
صرخاتها أسكتت القمر
… لا تنام و ينام هو
وذاكرتك تنادي على التلال
وتترجاه ان يفتح عيناه
لكي ينبت الشجر

شمس أذابت كل ما فيه
ولكنها برد على جسدي

Your soul still lingers here, roaming this desolate land.
Once fertile, its soil was rich with hopes of a future
that was destroyed by the flames of the unforgiving sun.
Your memory calls but we cannot bring back
what has now turned to dust and ash.

Love, Alyazya

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Manasu Niraye | Best Malayala Christian Devotional Song 2022 | Libin Scaria | Besti Joji

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Manasu Niraye | Best Malayala Christian Devotional Song 2022 | Libin Scaria | Besti Joji

Manasu Niraye
Malayalam Christian Devotional Song
Lyrics and Direction – Besty Joji
Music Fr. Mathews Payyappilly
Singer – Libin Scaria

തനിമ ക്രിയേഷൻസിന്റെ ബാനറിൽ, ബെസ്റ്റി ജോജി രചനയും സംവിധാനവും നിർവ്വഹിച്ച് ഫാദർ. മാത്യു പയ്യാപ്പള്ളി സംഗീതം നൽകി പ്രശസ്ത പിന്നണി ഗായകൻ ലിബിൻ സ്കറിയ ആലപിച്ച “മനസ്സ് നിറയെ…”എന്ന ഭക്തിഗാന ആൽബം ഏവർക്കുമായി സമർപ്പിക്കുന്നു…🙏

ഞങ്ങളുടെ ഈ പ്രഥമ സംരംഭം വൻ വിജയമാക്കി തീർക്കുവാൻ നിങ്ങളേവരും ഈ സംഗീത ആൽബം കാണുകയും ലൈക്കും സബ്സ്ക്രൈബും ചെയ്ത് ഞങ്ങളെ പ്രോത്സാഹിപ്പിക്കുകയും ഒപ്പം ഈ ലിങ്ക് പരമാവധി മറ്റുള്ളവരിലേക്ക് കൂടി എത്തിക്കുവാൻ ശ്രമിക്കണമെന്നും വളരെ വിനീതമായി അഭ്യർത്ഥിക്കുന്നു🥰🙏

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Activism quietly

Here begins Reflecto Girl episode 3: How is Reflecto Girl going to get close enough without the boys seeing her coming? Come back on tomorrow to find out, or if you don’t want to wait, you can find out now 😀 *********************** The vegan superhero, Reflecto Girl, was created by Violet’s Vegan Comics Violet’s Vegan Comics […]

Activism quietly

If The Shoe Fits

There is a stereotype out there about kids and how they behave compared to their birth order. In short, the oldest is well behaved and responsible, the middle is the wild child and the youngest does whatever they like and gets away with it. Yesterday the girls were painting. Ivy had seen an idea on […]

If The Shoe Fits

Something Mysterious

This year I’m taking part in “Bloganuary” – a series of writing prompts published throughout the month by Mindy Postoff. Today’s writing prompt is “Write about something mysterious.” Many years ago – back when I was an impressionable young man, and the internet was still in it’s youth, there was a thing called “Usenet”, that […]

Something Mysterious

Camel Facts

Photo by Mohamed Hashif on Unsplash Today’s brief post presents facts about the fascinating desert dweller, the camel. A camel’s humps are composed of fat, which sustains the animal through long treks and harsh desert living conditions. As a camel draws on its fat during lean times, the humps shrink in appearance. When food and water are restored, […]

Camel Facts

Film Review – The King’s Man (2021)

Title – The King’s Man (2021)  Director – Matthew Vaughn (Kingsman: The Secret Service)  Cast – Ralph Fiennes, Harris Dickinson, Gemma Arterton, Rhys Ifans, Djimon Hounsou, Matthew Goode  Plot – In the early 20th century the beginnings of the Kingsman agency start to take hold as Orlando Oxford (Fiennes) and his associates look to end World […]

Film Review – The King’s Man (2021)


I have driven along the Highlands road so many times over the past two years that I can guess with a degree of accuracy where we might spot what wildlife – although there are always surprises in store. One of these surprises was our first sighting of a small group of about five Grey Rhebuck […]


Valentine’s Birthday

By Lois Perch Villemaire In 1893, birth records were not always accurate,my grandfather Sam chose February 14Why did he select it? To me, it was obvious,Sam was the ultimate romantic. He penned daily love notes in flowery scriptto my grandmother and she saved them forever. “Good morning my dearest sugar-plum!I am most thankful to have […]

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Whatever (poem)

Whatever Maybe you should just learn to behave or just go back into your dumb cave you’re certainly not my current fave don’t invite me to your stupid rave I’m not interested at all Dave Joanne Fisher Word count: 34 This was written with the prompt cave provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #244. […]

Whatever (poem)