Flow of words

It is 412pm on a rainy evening in Trinidad. I decided to write. I went looking for prompts. Then a thought entered my mind. What would a day in heaven be like? How do I imagine a day in heaven to be like? What do I want a day in heaven to be like? Do we get to decide what heaven looks like? Would we have wishes in heaven? In Islam we are taught that heaven is unimaginable and only described with allegories and metaphors. First of all, I want my mom and sister to be in heaven with me. And all the people who helped me get through this life. Is heaven worth it without our loved ones being there? Heaven is supposed to be perfect. If our loved ones and friends are not there then how is that perfect? Secondly it would be nice to have an angel assigned to answer questions about life and existence and purpose and why it had to be this way? Answers to all the questions that make us wonder in this life. What is the purpose of heaven? Is it eternal enjoyment? Eternal bliss? I mean life has meanin...

This is a page from my book POEMS OF PEACE - Poems from peaceful places and activities and moments God woke me up The coffee fills the cup The sun is smiling with us Birds sing of good times Where did I put my glasses? Not a care in the world The drums of my feet Eggs and toast again The boat leaves at midday Our bags are packed With nothing but peace

This is a page from my book POEMS OF PEACE - Poems from peaceful places and activities and moments Shade from the sun The wind of silence echoes Where my feet touches the ground Resting my thoughts I drink my thirst away What a beautiful day God made this tree Birds travel the blue sky The water of sweet calmness Grains of wet sand singing Sounds of nothing but peace

It is 114am. I am awake in the peace and quiet of the night. God woke me up. I want to write but I do not know what to write about. I look through the window and look at the night sky. It is cloudy. Maybe rain is on its way. How many stars are in the sky? There must be a lot. The universe seems big because we are small relative to the universe. I was Googling for "srars" because I thought it would be cool if "stars" was a palindrome. This led me to a photographer's page and a photograph of the stars in the night sky and reminded me of my love for photography. I just realised that the words thing and night share the same exact letters. I was looking at the etymology of sky and learnt from my friend Chatty that "sky" used to be "heaven", linguistically speaking, in everyday English. But once heaven took on a more spiritual or theological meaning, a new, more neutral word was needed for the physical sky we see above us. Enter sky, borrowed from ...

There were times when I used to write a lot. Now I barely write anything. Everything comes and goes in waves. This month started with the African Emancipation holiday in Trinidad and Tobago. I started writing this on Friday. Today is Monday. Sometimes I feel like Tobago. Like the good old Tobago days. It has been almost nine years since my last outing to Tobago. Sometimes I open up youtube and search for Tobago vlogs just to get a taste of Tobago again. They say if you put a shell to your ear you can hear the waves of the sea. We are past the middle of this year. Time waits on no one. Time does not need to wait. Time wants us to keep going. Keep dreaming. Keep doing. Keep writing. Keep getting better. There was a time I used to be in love with technology. Now I am in love with God firstly. Technology does not excite me as much as before. Tech does not occupy so much of me as before. The only constant in life is change. I would like to say that the other constant is God. God brings abou...