Owl Poetry & Prose

The Endless Black Corridor

That endless dark road

That never ending blackness

That infinite abyss

I have been there

I have been swallowed in that overwhelming, overarching, all consuming smog

Of self doubt, anger, frustration, pain, despair

Where nothing ever goes right

Where everything you do just falls flat

Where every ounce or modicum of positive energy

Is hammered out of your being by the constant numbing thud of failure

Where every step up only pushes you two steps down

Where you just become jaded, faded, cynical, sarcastic

I have been there

Where your anger, wrath, rage engulfs you in almost a cruel embrace of sanctity & refuge

Where doubt & suspicion intertwine and become your best friends

Your twin nemeses of comfort and solitude

That feed your wounded and bleeding ego, that part of you that never knows respite

That side of you that all this time you kept repressed and tried to fight

And the tears they burn till they can’t hurt no more

Till the pain is numb and the fight not worth fighting for

Till you just want release, relief from this tortured existence

This life you once claimed yours with pride and is now riddled with inconceivable grief & strife

I have been there

When everyone around you lost hope, in themselves in yourself in what you believed

When pessimism reigned supreme and optimism a mockery, a distant dream

Where despite the storm of hurtful darts tinged with the poison of truth

Despite the wave of self pity layered with self righteous indignance and hate

When all was thought lost and you just wanted out

I have been there

When the abysmally simple truth hit home, hard, fast, merciless, fearless & triumphant

That bittersweet truth of life, that the master & mistress of my universe

The ying & yang of life is but God, fate, Karma, the force,

And in all these – myself


Yes, that sorry, miserable one lettered icon which represents myself and my being

My soul, who I am, not who I think I am

Oh the guilt and the almost ludicrously hilarious realization

I have been there

It will be ok. Just let go

I know your pain

I was once you





Meet Lilanka
“what is meant to be comes about of what one does”.
An eclectic personality with a penchant for creativity, Lilanka is an old soul who loves life, laughter and stepping off the beaten track. She finds joy in nature, travelling and venting her existential frustrations via her writing while calming her body with food and her soul with music. Her motto is – “what is meant to be comes about of what one does”.
A collection of eclectic expressions from life according to Lilanka Botejue. From her creative outbursts and passionate views to her love for nature, food, music and archaeology, Owl Muses is an attempt to capture these moments in time.
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