The Honest Rational

I don’t know how I survived drinking that much rum in one sitting. 500 mLs of rum in a clear plastic bottle. The kind of plastic that is malleable to the point it becomes your stress buster as you run marathons or power through long hikes in the Shenandoahs.The kind of rum that was affordable ….  Read More

The earth sighsIts deep longingsFor the summerIn my earSo I shall write it downGiving warmthTo the cold thoughtsAbout barren landsAnd stark trees Rekindling the fireWithin dry dead branchesSo we tooCan see their smokyMemories of fiery summers.

Oh but what will I writeThat is new on this earthThat will rock His socks offThat He hasn’t heard before Oh but how will I sayHow much I love JesusAnd how much He shows upAlways I feel so emptyWhen I try to write out my loveTo the God who has made my desiresDoes He not ….  Read More

To come to The point of leading Is to share sorrowsAnd be unafraidOf seeming weak Is to bring each other toA place of self-discoveryA seemingly lonely journey for two Is to freelyTrust your ideasIn the hands of others Is to freelyHand othersIdeas to take as their own Is to boldlySpeak the bitter truthFor those teachable ….  Read More

When I first learned of youI feared I would lose myselfMy cultureMy desiresMy world would crumbleIf were to become ChristianA little christI would become a WesternerHave a checklistTo work till I die,Think whiterThe betterCall Europe culturedWhile India is just “exotic.”I would become a bigotLosing the streamsThat quenched my thirstFrom the beginning.I pushed your arms away,Thinking ….  Read More

I’ve had it with doubt Seeping in unnoticed An imp throwing Small stones in myMind to far cornersWhere they don’t belong,Filling instead my thoughtsWith memories long buriedUnder the tombstone of forgivenessDigging up feelingsLong forgotten.May god help meSift through these recurringImages taking my eyesOff the crossWhere I tryEverydayTo hang more of my ego to dry.

Well the clouds told meToday is a day for poetsTo pen down their heartsOnto flying pieces of paperEncircling themAs if the pages were beesWanting the nectarAt the tip of their tonguesAt the corner of their eyesGathering at the creaseOf their brows wagglingAt the wonder of emotionsAround themThe clouds ask meWhat of all these poetsSurrounded by ….  Read More

It’s so hard toResist the narratives sold to usWe keep buyingAnd buyingAnd buyingUntil we’ve got nothing leftBut what we wereMeant to haveTo help buildThe narrativeThat is meant to be