I have been meaning to write something about my workplace. Mostly about how the work here moves and all the good and bad that happens. Let me start off this new series of writeups then. I have been working for the past five years in a well paying job. The job is good, has its …
Falling of the scythe.
An ode to my friend and colleague who passed away yesterday in a bike accident. This is in fond remembrance of you.
Black and white.
Maybe when you think that the closing of a door is the reason for the darkness in your life, cry first for the darkness can be hard. But then you will pick yourself up and you will strive to find some light in the darkness. And it may not be much, maybe a small ray …
Longing for you
Sitting down on a Sunday at my worksite, the longing for my loved one rattled this out of me. It's short but sweet.
Bartender by the sea.
I used to work at a Beach Resort, was the bartender by their beach-side bar. That was a really good job. I mean the view from the counter, the beautiful ladies in their sensuous swimwear blowing off their steam and drinking to their hearts content, the over drunk men with their senseless glorifying stories of …
Greener Fields.
Look at this green field. It's so beautifully green. Not one but there are three shades of green. One dark, other a bit light and one between them. It just perfectly compliments the surroundings, the white building in the background, the green tree in the foreground and the yellow and black fencing running below it. …
The Crux
At times, when the sun slips into the beauty of dusk and paves a path for the queen of the night to follow with her million followers, desire awakens. As the smell of roasted lives, dried and crushed and grounded for the soothing fulfillment of the rich that can indulge in these profusely mingle with …
