Rewatched Serendipity and it remains a masterpiece to me. An ode to the quiet, inexplicable beauty of fate. The film’s portrayal of destiny, choice & love’s patient persistence against chaos, leaves me awestruck every time.

Talk about a swashbuckler of an introduction.

What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship.
What is the beginning of happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.

"I leave poems behind me..."
—Audre Lorde
Listen here: poets.org/poem/touring...

#poem #poems #poetry

What is it like?

All I want is a cottage in the Scottish Highlands, a freshly-fallen snow, a crackling fire, a riveting mystery novel, a kettle on the stove, and a healthy supply of emotional support scones.

Leonard Cohen, ‘Waiting for Marianne’

The best place to grieve.

I am finding myself suddenly smitten by the whispers of Jazz music. Yearning for the neon-drenched nights of Manhattan, where the saxophone's wail would serenade me. If only I could be there, but alas, I am tethered here, my heartstrings stretched across continents. #MusicSky #NewYear

Such an economic enigma. A paradox where frugality breeds extravagance. Herein lies the irony of indigence; the less you have, the more you spend.

"After spending almost 25 years in Delhi, I had nearly forgotten the winter of Kashmir. Moving to Ankara felt like a nostalgic return to the idyllic days of childhood."

Winters of Contrasts: Navigating the Cold in Kashmir and Ankara
kashmirtimes.com/opinion/comm...

I wasn’t much of a petty thief. I wanted the whole world or nothing.

Sometimes, quitting isn't defeat; it's your tenacity being defied. In a world that glorifies persistence, this piece dares to ask if giving up might just be the most radical act of self-care. Thought-provoking and timely. #LettingGo #MedSky

Here’s hoping @bsky.app helps people communicate without adding to the anger and hate already out there.

“The bullet goes right by you / a dove shakes the stars from its wings / casting peace upon your darkened way.” Read “The bullet,” a poem by Sahar Rabah, translated from Arabic by Ammiel Alclay. https://buff.ly/49DbWjR

I am struck by a most welcome nostalgia, a revival of the earlier days of Twitter (the good kind, pre-2018) before it was overwhelmed by divisiveness and algorithmic dissonance. A refined simplicity, harkening back to a time when discourse was governed by wit,
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"What am I good for now, still searching for high things? To hear and tell the news, bring wood and water, and count eggs. Meanwhile, I expect my life to begin. I will not aspire longer. I will see what I would be after. I will be unanimous."
—Henry David Thoreau

#Nature #poetry #writingcommunity

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