Pray. War.

Today, I am at war with God. 
Nothing he does seems to be in my accord. 
We battle it out, I, with Me on my side. 
But his omniscope leaves me with no place to hide.
Low blows he’s recruited as his mode de choice – 
Mounted on paper planes built from his every old favour’s invoice. 

I’m sorry Mr.Maker, that we can’t see eye to eye, 
After all, I’m down here while you’re up in the sky. 
I’m sorry Mr.Foresaker, you’ve riddled me too much. 
I’m a good enough soul. I propose we go Dutch – 
You’ll have none of my goodness on credit. No more. 
Let’s have a chat, for once, and maybe settle all scores?

India has 3,400,000 kilometers of roads. How many will i travel?

Wide-eyed Wonderer

Today's talking point? My silence.

In the 365 days that make up each year less that I get with my father, I regret to confess that on 300 of them, "Hi dad. Bye Babes." is the only conversation we exchange. Make that 300 and 30. It's been like this ever since I started accounting for my age in two digits. Once in a while, the occasional, "The internet is not working", "the car needs petrol", and the "what eggs for breakfast?" wiggle their way in. The devil's share heavily out-weighs the angel's. 

For years, I've hoped this would change. For years, change has hoped I'd take the initiative. Let's hope that this year, change and I will make a compromise so that I can at least fill a chapter of pages in my brain with meaningful conversation with a person who I respect, admire and in silence, love.

Leaf Lady

A 40 year old lady in the center of a busy sidewalk tearing stray leaves into pixel-sized pieces.