Wednesday, December 23, 2015

my prayer

Prayers are rare in my lips
"i prayed after a long time", i said to Maya
"What did you pray?", was the lovely inquiry
"God i am happy and i thank you", was my prayer

i regret having shared this to her

🪶 The Arena Is Not my Name

I stood where echoes feed on stone,  where verdicts wear robes of delay.  They called it duty, I called it dusk—  the hour when silence lear...