Between the good thoughts we ponder and the numbness we feel.. we lie handcuffed. Between the truth we want to let free and the lies we hand out.. we lie handcuffed. Between the control we wish to have over the
Author: Gadah Alofisan
A canvas and an inkpot
Crayons. They were once one of the most interesting things to hold and play with on all drawable surfaces. Have you ever thought why was it interesting? Was it the feeling of creating something colourful? Was it the asymmetric texture created on the canvas? Or just our natural sense of expressing doing its job? Before […]
Trembling Tambourine..
Bells are ringing. Golden curtains are gently being pulled aside. This is when she enters. The entrance of an angel with a huge wide wings, seen only with your soul. Her steps were synchronized with the audience clap. With her majestic stand in the center of the stage, she declares her authority to
Different type of a lifebuoy ring..
It always starts with a beach walk… A quick shiver brings life to your soul the moment your feet touches the smooth cold sand. As white as sea salt, as cold as a lonely soul.. You keep walking until you feel the first tickle. You feel it again, but this time it goes
Are you sure?…
Blue doesn’t exist in the world of a blind man. Yet it exists in our world, or doesn’t it? Our lives are based on many pillars, facts, conceptions, feelings and much more. Taking one of the most rigid ones, lets say facts, what are they? Aren’t they dependent on the surrounding
My First Violin Lesson..(III: The Luthier)
Previous post: My First Violin Lesson..(II: Aloha) An adrenaline rush started kicking after I hung up the phone. It was my instructor filling me in on the changes in the plan. We’ll be heading to a violin shop for an introductory about he violin and its family. The exciting news was that I’ll be
In gratitude..
To the one and only habit I was constantly told to quit… The most misinterpreted behavior I’ve ever known.. The one that shaped my
My traffic light neighbor
A story that will remain one sided… Heavy with thoughts, my head was resting on the left car window. My brain was rented to a pool of current events. Heavy ones that tossed out a pair of tears down the road. By then, my usual habit of
The city of the untold
Everything is white, the ceiling is endless, and phones are dangling everywhere… Once a year the door opens for people to enter the place. All in white. Cloaks and dresses. Flood of them wanting to know what could’ve happened if this or that, if peace or combat, if joyous or sad, if wise or mad. Either them […]
Guards of Strangers Eyes
Strangers. Hearing this word brings to me different meanings. Unknown, distrust, distance, anticipation and caution. But one thing that holds the capability of melting these and taking them apart, their
Framed Glimpses 