The Quirky Owl

Merry Christmas everyone! I'd love to spread some holiday cheer with the return of another tale of Maya, bumbling through her life. Hope you enjoy it!  December is a rather fascinating month. It signifies the end of a year, the birth of new beginnings, and most of all, the season of holidays. It’s a time when families gather at home putting up their decorations, stuffing themselves with delicious food, and following beautiful traditions that forms and rekindles their bonds. It’s a season of never ending sales at all stores, what with people needing to find outfits for the multiple wedding ceremonies, Christmas get-togethers and wild New Year’s parties. It’s also the time when people want to slow down and reminisce another year of memories, hardships and good times. However, slowing down becomes difficult as an adult when you realize that the deadlines pile up and rain like a mammoth sized downpour over those plans. “I am sick of looking at these balance sheets! I swear I will throw...

 This is an ode to the unlucky victims whose stories remain untold. Because how can they let it unfold without betraying the poisoned hands that give them life ? FARCE A man and woman, who were poles apart, Let their societal obligations lead them Into a compromise more destructive than their past. Beauty without love, success without joy, They tore down a home and turned it into the ruins controlled by their demons. A marriage they say, is a bond sacred One that is blessed by God, But is it truly a blessing  If they torture you with iron bonds? They say it takes two parents to run a family, But after years of a compromise gone sour Of mansions haunted by their silence, The parents let their demons take it out on their offspring. Two grown up girls, born beautiful and strong, A potential future for these miserable souls Were broken into pieces By their chokeholds and cuffs that were left on for too long. Taught to be obedient, subservient, invisible Values that were to be buri...