Lu Unfiltered

Tag: new beginnings

  • You are

    a part ofme now.So the physicalityof missing you hasshifted,in not so subtle ways.It’s no longera gentle, idealistic longing,nope.It’s a visceral need,and when deprivedof your gloriouscompany, andattention,it’s similar tothe discomfort ofa missing limb.Its memory throbbing,as I stumble ormiss-clutch along,unsteady and unsure. My nakednessand dependence.For all tosee.Complimentaryanddiscomforting.Growing day by day.Real.Powerful.And potentiallyheartbreaking. Here we are.Both insidethis new norm,a…

  • The Dragon

    sleeps peacefullynow.Her bright scalespangolined intoa cosy ball.Her yellow eyesclosed,and dead tothe world.What remainsof herfire: afew tinyembers. She is contentin the knowingthatshe willrise again.She willpierce the skywith roarsand fire. The girlopens her eyes,feet findingthe floor.Coffee,contemplation.The questofanother day. Grateful forthe opportunityto do good,to add beautyto the world.To make adifference,to add wonder,to every interaction,and hope toeveryhumanshe meets. This…

  • Maroon

    unlike T Swift,I despise it.Call it burgundy,oxblood, oreven garnet. See, this colourtakes me backto a darkplace.A place offear, hurt,abandonment,heartbreak,in fact, near-totalannihilation. And this wasmore than twentyyears ago,and the doer ofthe deeds islong gone.The scarsare mostly healed,and tattooed over.Yet.Burgundy hasthe uncannyabilityto bring itall back.Short, staccatoflashbacksof a horror moviewhich was oncemy life. The camera swayingBlairWitch-like,the fear tearing…

  • Today

    the lightcrept in, througha tiny crack.I slept better.I rememberedthat I knowgreat people,who are cheeringfor me to succeed,and flourish.I smiled at astranger.I exercised mybody.My spirit liftedand Ihave a plan.To getthere,to do thething.To makea difference,to shift,to leavea legacy,to sharethe messageI’ve beencarrying insideme,for so long,as it slowlyunfurled intosomething magicalover the lastdecade.So stand back,nah, lean IN,and watch this space.Great…

  • Lately

    I’ve beenthinkingabout that fish andher bicycle,and how, perhaps,she may wellneed one,after all. How elsewill she seethe meadow,and flowers?And yup,I know she can’tphysically pedala bike, herself.Yet perhaps,that may notbe a requirement…What if,the bicyclewas in fact, a tandem,and someone elsecould do thebulkof the peddling?And the fishcould narratetheir journey,showcasing herunique viewpoint,like, erm, well,a fish out of water. These…

  • Chapters

    in books are soeasyto spot.A neat titlepage,often also anindex upfront,indicating exactlywhen a new chapterstarts. Life is notlikethis.We oftenstumble fromday to day,only to lookback weeks,months, oreven yearslater,surprisedby aha momentsof new beginnings,changes inhowwe feel,and occasionallyeven whoweare. Why am Icallingthis outtoday?Well, it’sto remind myself,and you,that we areconstantly learningand growing.And thisincludes closingout oldchaptersin our livesto makespacefor newones… So looking…

  • Blissed out

    who knewthat thiswas evenathing.My bodyhumscontently.My mind isclear.My nervoussystem is dialledtoa deepforest green. Who knewyou would actuallycomeback,like you saidyouwould. Who knewwe couldpuzzle pieceour weekstogether,chatting andlaughing,while buildingthis ordinarylife,filling ourmarble jarto the brim.We bothknow therewill be withdrawals,and kinksin theroad ahead.There will bethick salty tearsin the back ofmy throat,and therewill alsobe more bliss,as we,the novicesstumbleforwardinto this randommagnificencewe continue to…

  • For Che

    To call yousweet,would be tosaythe same ofGodiva chocolateand whoon earthwould do that? There is a softness,a kindness,that glowsfrom you,yet much likethe Persianrice youserve us,there is a deliciousgrit at thebottom, a chewytenacity whichtransformsthe outer dish. While beautyis indeed, or at leastpartly, in the eye ofthe beholder,there an unmistakenawe thatflows from thefolds of yourmagnificence. Do not underestimatethe…

  • And then

    we talkand I blowthe doors of my heartwide openexposing my fearand panic.And I literallysay exactly what’scrept under myskin,suddenly appearinglike an itchytapeworm,the compulsionto scratchso strong,while my blooddrips slowlyto the floor. And you tellme what I need toknow,and it’s not pretty,or tidy, or sugar-coated.It’s gritty, and horribleand tender, andreal, and itbreaksmy hearteven more open,to love you,to keep…

  • I love you

    because we arethe same,and I livefor the gettingof my in-jokesand BSG. I love youbecause you’renothing likeme:big, and wild,and dangerous,with somegreat livedstories to tell. I love youbecause youbring such greatand ofteninfuriatingperspective.Are you evenhuman?And how canchocolate notbe a recognised and appreciatedprimary food group? I actually haveno idea howto trulyloveyou, as Iwitness thecare and considerationyou applyto this everydaything…