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2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 4,400 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 7 years to get that many views.

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Lose Yourself

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“In these pages I lose myself. Every chapter a road, a path to an adventure my mind willingly takes. I walk through the alleys, rooms, highways and stairwells. And I cry and laugh and sigh”- cofiboi

Suspended disbelief, that’s what some call it. Most writers use this effectively and the voracious reader that I am, gobble it all up- hook, line and sinker.

Reading has been more than a hobby for me. It has become a source of inspiration. I get pleasantly surprised with the works of unknown writers whose talent is only given justice between the pages of their published work. I do not look at the world’s best seller lists. I prefer to go to second hand book stores and rummage through the piles of used and read books- which is an adventure in itself- and find worthwhile reads and ultimately be amazed at the authors’ deft writing.

One of the first few books I’ve read which made a lasting impression on me was Jane Heller’s ‘Cha, Cha, Cha.’ Based on the cover, one might dismiss it as your ordinary run-off-the mill ‘chick-lit’ but when you start to get into the meat of this witty thriller, you’ll find out that the author is extremely talented. Her scathing lines equals those of Dexter Morgan’s sarcasm.

Another source of inspiration comes from Peter Straub and Stephen King’s ‘The Talisman.’ I remember seeing this fantasy heavyweight from a friend’s library. One of the best collaborations I’ve read so far. This book is the type of novel that needs to be put down from time to time in order for the reader to absorb the richness of the narrative and to process the intricate realities the authors have woven. I still get goose bumps when I think about those sleepless nights when I was reading the book. It’s so vast and mind-boggling and all you can do is marvel at the sheer talent the authors have.

And when I grew up and life got in the way, reading was the farthest thing from my mind. Replaced with life’s trivialities and adulthood.

But just like Alice, down the rabbit hole I went- again. Reading has become second nature to me. It empowered me to be more creative, to see the world not just through rose-colored glasses but in a blinding stained-glass kaleidoscope.

And where my feet fails me to travel great distances, reading makes me fly.

we are young

Tap, tap, tap said the keys
Like a heart pumping blood
Words flow lifelike
To an empty page
Punctuated by passion
Hyphenated emotion
Tap, tap, tap said the keys
And the screen breathed life
With sentence upon sentence
Words on words
Then I stop
Mid-verse
Letters became senseless
Without form
Without purpose
Put in a word or two
Yet you wipe it clean again
Waiting to begin anew
Tap, tap, tap said the keys
Like life
All ends with a period.

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chapter one

of vampires and werewolves

and warlocks and witches and wizards

of bold knights and evil kings and damsels in danger

of warriors and princes and the evil old stepmother

the pages crack

and the dust settles

in the playground, penned by the greatest minds

and read by eager schoolboys

 

chapter two

of love found and lost

of undulating bosoms and raging manhoods

of young affection, like the dewy spring

of men and women

and spies and secrets

of cloak and dagger

notes written on the edges

all dog-eared and stained

 

chapter three

climax

of resolution and whodunnit

of mystery and crime

corruption, hate and death

of history, revolution, freedom and ultimately, redemption

we choose our heroes not of black and white

but of grays and blurred alliances

 

chapter four

sunsets

of happy endings

of cliffhangers

we bid our journey fare thee well

the hero gets the girl

the villain dies

the country is freed

the president is saved

the mystery is solved

and in our head, the adventure continues

 

sometimes i

remember that day when we used to…

and then you said…

i just smiled and…

we were happy

 

i was reading through your letters when…

that letter you sent brought…

your thoughts were so…

and i sighed

 

i still…

but then again, it’s…

how do i find it? i think…

and it’s all in the past

 

but how could i…

when all i see is…

and all the memories…

and i stopped thinking

 

so what do i…

when i know that…

and you’re…

you have captured my thoughts

 

i fell like…

when i see you…

and hold myself back because…

but you’re already gone

 

so how do i…

when the pages are…

nothing to say but…

and sometimes i just…

midnight

where dreams awake

and reality slumbers

the moon smiles and the stars,

fiery like candles

burns away the remnants of day

night stands proud and the sun

hides behind the cloak of the blackest of skies

dawn still sleeps

 

midnight

i lay beside you

silent, like a shadow

i plant a kiss, yet you do not stir

outside, the wind whispers your name

and we are still

 

midnight

black, like satin, flowing freely

smooth like the still waters

cold like december

sleep slowly creeping, like my fingers combing your hair

 

midnight

you wake and smile

teeth like diamonds gleaming

in the dark

you take me

and i, you

 

midnight

the wolves howl

and i moan

deep. deeper into the darkness

silken kisses, masking the hunger

that night awakened

 

at midnight.