Comet | A Poem

It was comet
that lit the sky.
It ran, and ran, and ran,
but its motion couldn’t contain.

A comet in search of a planet,
but alas! it missed it again,
for a hundred years of solitude.

It was a comet
and so it flew,
words and worlds on fire.
But the people who looked up
they, barely knew.

It was a comet
and so are we,
maybe we will all collide some time.

It was a comet.
It was a comet.


What is writing for me? Perhaps a grasp of the world that I can’t understand, an imagination, an escape, a learning vortex. What is writing for me? A moment to understand the universe inside of me.

Paw Mgmt: Ted’s New Stuff

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During my first year of undergrad, I was fascinated by the Macroeconomic theory of expenditure equals income. The very idea that all the expenditure flows into the economic system and then flows backs to households as income felt like a philosophical view of life. I’m sure Ted feels the same way too, but probably someone should tell him that unnecessary shopping might not really prove this theory, or might it?


I’m a graduate in Business Administration, and a cat person. Paw Mgmt (read as Paw Management) is where my business cats shine in, where they become more savvy at business management than I ever will be. It had been a while that my management cats had their fair say in management and I thought I’d bring them back all over again, here at The Wordcastle. If you’d like to leave a message (to my cats of course), please leave a comment! They love hearing from the outer world. 

30 Minutes of Traveling: Deep Fried Crunchy Samosa

I told myself it’s okay to
want to go all by yourself,
to take little chances to discover
pieces of you scattered here and there,
to have people stare
when you’re sitting there
waiting for no one in particular to appear.

I want to eat a samosa,
that deep fried crunchy samosa
I’ve always loved,
as a child, as a teen and as an adult. 

I told myself it won’t rain hard,
drizzles are merry times,
that sprinkle your shoes with a little water.
Even if it does rain
home is nearby. 

I told myself it is okay to explore alone,
to walk the roads you’ve walked with others,
newly blacktopped roads
welcome me with narrow bends.
Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea after all.

I want to eat a samosa,
deep fried crunchy,
but end up ordering its variant.
Right after I lay my eyes on it,
it feels like a bad idea.
Yes, it was a bad idea.
I hurriedly order a lassi
to improve the taste,
I end up receiving a drink
with sugar particles instead.

I tell myself it’s okay to make wrong decisions,
food is a little thing,
there are mountains to conquer.
All this for a deep fried crunchy samosa.