I hope the world catches on fire And I mean that in literal terms I hope everything comes crashing And all order devolves into chaos

I know you will see this message And where I am coming from, I hope you envisage. I must admit that it’s been beautiful Learning to have a friend like you. I’ve grown so much in our time together We’ve hugged our way through storms and bad weather. I admit…

It was the twenty-second year, at the start of the third millennium. The year Queen Elizabeth II died. I was, so far, in the most tumultuous period of my personal and professional life. From going through an emotionally stressful termination from work at the very start of the year, to…

Tell me, what do you see looking back? Tell me if you notice the gap in between. I wonder if you remember the darker days? The days when you believed the end was all too real. I wonder if the gap amazes you. Well, I for one am amazed…

I’m nodding off to sleep on the train. I haven’t slept in two days Too unsettled to gather any thoughts If I’m unavailable, a lot would go wrong of course. I haven’t stopped to think Not a single bother about my self My health? What is that even? I’m checking all the boxes. The…

To my dearest friend, By some miracle or stroke of luck; between our lives in daily chaos, we found each other across oceans and shamed impossible odds. I won’t deny it’s hard most times to know that I enjoy your presence only when my phone lights up or buzzes. Yet…

I am unseen. Born into a complex world, hurdled together with many others like me. I wonder if I’ll ever stand out. But then I wonder. From where comes this desire? Why do we yearn to build legacies; to be remembered when we are gone? How do we forget so…

We pause to look back on some days To reminisce on our path - our journey Holding surprise at the challenges we’ve braved and marvel at what we’re becoming I wonder how I got through many I fought, even on days cold and rainy What motivated me to stay on course What strengths of mine came to the fore? But the past is no place to dwell And contemplating the future is far from easy How far ahead can one see really How many blazing trails can be revealed?

Obituary of a finished man — My wife warns me of late nights on the road Today I’m caught up, but she’s not here to know It seems I got carried away Long meetings with the usual work delays And I enjoyed my secretary a little too much today. And why should this damsel be walking alone? I must shield her…