Aliens

difference

why must we fear it

eyes not like mine

skin toned as the earth

tongues form sounds unknown

they come in peace

but we blame and cast away

they live, hurt, love, and bleed

we all cry and sing, dream and die

let’s hold hands and see beauty

wipe each other’s tears

though a stranger they may be

we are brothers all the same


“Give to those who have nothing to give you”

Rupi Kaur

As people on this planet, I believe we shouldn’t have a narrow view. My life and your life, our choices affect the world. We shouldn’t only care for our own prospects. We shouldn’t frown upon those who are struggling to adapt to a new life. See the strength in their efforts, and remember that we don’t know what brought them here looking for something better. An act of kindness to a stranger who might not know our side of the world shouldn’t be withheld. Do our part to welcome those who are new. Just take a moment to smile at them, or see a way you could help them on their way. We all carry the 99.9% of the same DNA, so we are all truly brothers. Let’s act like it.

The poem and writing above is a rumination inspired by Coldplay’s upcoming album Everyday Life. I don’t think I mentioned this before, but Coldplay is my favorite band. They pre-released the songs Orphans, which touches the topic of refugees, and Everyday Life. They are amazing songs and I recommend them.

Thank you for reading. Have a wonderful day or evening wherever you are!

Glow

no other light filled me

as it had on that day

my body was aglow

and I felt the Spirit

its lightness and freeness

that I had never known

He called out to me

and I heard clearly

I had been awakened

by the power of truth

my doubt passed from me

scales fell from my eyes

feeling my body tremble

as our fingers intertwined

and my soul was saved


This poem is about my personals feeling regarding a new and beginning religious experience in my life. These thoughts are only my own, and I do not wish to impose them on others. I wholeheartedly believe that everyone has the right to believe what they want. All the same, I hope you enjoyed this more intimate poem.

Thank you so much for reading!

Without Warning

there was no last word

just there and then gone

summer became winter

but the leaves didn’t change

a single contrary word

and our lives whisked away

clouds barely covering the sun

before the storm tore up everything

days became less recognizable

every night seemed everlasting

yet there must still be love

my last beacon, I hoped

it went up and they watched

but nothing came my way

the cold became unbearable

spring was nowhere in sight

as they left without warning

Our Songs

my wish was for deafness

whenever I heard our music

all the memories flooded me

summer car rides and weekends

the times I would never forget

my playlist began to betray me

and there was no escaping it

I will not let myself hear

take the verses from my mind

now that your are gone

my heart can’t bear our songs

Avoidance of Actuality

Although legends falsely claimed ostriches bury their heads to avoid danger, they actually do this to arrange their eggs which are buried underground. However, their practice continues to be a great illustration for avoidance.

how does it end

thoughts of that are simple

and perfection was the dream

but is most impossible

the actuality is so difficult

tying the end to the beginning

and the unavoidable rift in-between

teeming with action and decision

exhausting change and busyness

nothing’s done as fast as time races

in a blink the world has grown

and yet, I have not


Does anyone else have this problem or feel in a similar way at times? If not, do you have any advice? I know that this something that I have found I seriously struggle with, and there are many factors involved with it. Let me know what you think in the comments, and thank you so much for reading!