All posts by Silvestrius

I believe in breaking stereotypes, questioning them. I believe in causing a stir in the consciences of people. Everyone has their calling in life; their motto; their passion. Mine's to cause change. And my weapon in doing so? I, Me, Myself.

Sick Leave

It’s a quarter to seven and I’ve sent you four emails so far. Three with today’s deadlines completed. And the fourth, informing you of my leave. High fever, I inform you.

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Cinnamon Coffee

It’s two hours past midnight and, the room still smells of summer this fall night. She’s got the mattress pulled over to the window that replaced the wall and, an untouched bed five feet away. There are two novels stacked beside the mattress – both being read simultaneously. The yellow outside brings out the pink in the purple blanket and, adds orange dust to the red pillow. No curtain hides the window, letting the sky change the palette of the room with time and, mood. She settles in with her hair pulled back in a bun made with neat intentions but messy results and a cup of cinnamon infused mocha – her taste often made atrocious expressions on other faces.  Continue reading Cinnamon Coffee

Mail For You

The receptionist called a few minutes back

Informing me about a mail for me.

The calendars weren’t marked and,

There wasn’t any celebration nearby. received 

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Dawn

It was the peak of spring

And the garden was filled

With lush reds, pinks and yellows.

It was five-forty and I knew,

You’d be by the french window

To watch dawn set,

Waiting for your tea

And me.  Continue reading Dawn