Existential poetry
The Pain of Remembering
When the drops touch the ground, unraveling the person.
roles
Disguised Beneath Roles
A shadow visiting from another realm
self-discovery
Beyond the Worlds of All Time
It felt different, and it did not.
Reflections
Dancing People Are Never Wrong
Have you ever met someone, but it didn’t feel like it was the first time? Time is not the sole determinator of recognition. Sometimes, strangers might feel closer than those we call our “close circle.” Still, I didn’t belong to his world, not because I did not want
The unfamiliar
My Moon and My Sun
Among the shining lights, I saw the sun and the moon merged into one.
Sacred storytelling
To the Part of You That You Keep Trying to Outrun
I see you chasing sunlight with a hunger that never stills
Argument
An Endless War for the Illusion of Being Right
When we realise we’ve done a bad thing, something uneasy begins to stir. A feeling we spend our lives trying to resist. That’s why we are always restless. We constantly fight the battle of wanting to be right. Lately, I’ve been thinking about the tags we assign