Scars and Scarves

 Scars are lovely. They are a proof of many things. They are proof that you have lived. And Healed. That you have been in a battle, or at least an incident. And that you have fought and you have survived. I think that if you have scars it means that you are a brave, hardworking person. Who has endured wounds and pain and has kept on going anyway. I think that it is better to have scars than to have a smooth, untouched, unfettered surface of a skin... that endorses beauty products. If anything, scars enhance your beauty. Especially if you are a woman, in a battlefield of men.  Especially if you have earned it fighting a battle. And even if you have lost the battle, you still have your scar. You have won that scar. And you are still alive. It means that you still have another battle in you.
Scarves are lovely too. They prove nothing really, they do nothing, other than comfort you of course. Or caress you on a windy evening. Carry your tears and maybe snot. A scarf has beautified  your neck, and it has tied your hair. You are not just an accessory. In the grand scheme of things you are a memoir. A favourite colour. A gift. A symbol of strength and beauty. A scarf sometimes carries blood .. when used to to tie a wound. Sweat.. if it is tied around the forehead when working in the sun. A scarf around the wrist could mean loss and pain and vulnerability. Still, it is also a symbol of strength and solidarity. Because, maybe, that scarf is hiding a scar behind it. And maybe when that scarf flies off into the wind, the scar shines. It shines into the night that you will survive and the next morning, it will be the morning itself.   It will be the gift you have given yourself. Another day. Another flight. It could be another scar, or a scarf fragrant with your breath. And your breath will still linger in its folds when you decide, enough is enough.  And you pick up that scarf and tear it to tiny pieces... As many pieces as your heart broke into when he left. Or when they did not believe in you. Or when your hard work did not pay off.  And all those pieces will fly off into the breeze as ashes of your long lost love. You thank the love and you thank the ashes. Most of all you thank your scars. For they will always be the remainder and the reminder of what you have endured and what you can endure. You do not need to carry the ashes any more. The scar is enough. The scarf will take care of the rest.

Why The Little Prince Steals My Heart Every Single Time

Reading Antoine de Saint Exupery's The Little Prince is living a life-time of Love, innocence and tenderness. It is to allow your heart to churn several times over, with a feeling that is so overwhelming, you can barely put a finger on it. 'It must be love' you think, and simply linger on.

The Little Prince is one of those stories, in the love and warmth of which you bask, a long time after you have turned the last page. You have this clear memory of the Prince's presence - his haughtiness, his tender frame, his golden locks. Above all, you really do look up to the stars and hear for a bell of laughter!

Tell me, did you ponder over whether the sheep ate the flower? I feel that it does not matter anymore. Either way, we will have known love and its tenderness - you and me and the Little Prince. 

Soul Money

Yeah we sell everything
Love, marriages
People, jobs

Work is worship!
Marriages are made in heaven!

We sell worship, heavens
Souls, about souls?
Do you sell them?

We buy them.
Sometimes for a good price!!
You sell them to us.
Yeah that's how it works.

That must hurt!

Oh but it doesn't!
Not once
You won't even know
When the barter happens
When love exchanges hands

We won't warn you either,
Of the side-effects -
Just a sharp longing maybe
For the rest of your life, maybe
But that's all right, we sell quick-fixes too

But that's unfair!

Oh come on, it's all part of life
You've got nothing to lose
Your game, your rules
We simply just sell and buy

How much?

You will have your due
We'll hand it on a platter
It'll look great, feel good
It'll solve your troubles,
Right after creating them

Troubles?

You bit the apple, didn't you?!