The prospect of moving to a new home can be daunting, for it requires leaving behind the familiar comforts that have become our sanctuary. It means stepping out of our shell, bidding farewell to the warmth of our cozy blanket, and relinquishing the soothing embrace of a comforting bath. Change, by its very nature, brings contrasting states and often entails a certain degree of pain. To embark on a new chapter in life is akin to being reborn, but this rebirth necessitates severing ties with a once cherished relationship, leaving behind a void that echoes with emptiness. It demands courage … Continue reading Changes

As the root of my existence, I tread upon the sacred path of my tribal heritage. I am connected to the old gardeners of the past, those wise souls who nurtured the seeds of wisdom and knowledge. They were the conductors and collectors of wisdom, guiding me through the labyrinth of life. In their benevolence, they took me under their wing, embracing me amidst the small and illiterate, the poor and patched up. They saw beyond the surface, recognizing the potential within me. With their guidance, they bestowed upon me the invaluable gift of humility, teaching me countless life lessons. … Continue reading The old gardeners of the past

In the bustling city streets, a delicate act unfolds. It is a dance of emotions, a symphony of words, carried by the touch of flowers and the souls of typewriter poets. Their artistry weaves a tapestry of beauty, capturing the essence of life in verses that resonate deep within. With each step, the poets traverse the urban landscape, their hearts brimming with inspiration. They carry bouquets of flowers, their petals whispering secrets of love, loss, and longing. These blooms, like their words, possess a fragility that belies their profound impact. As the typewriters click and clack, the poets pour their … Continue reading Poets & Typewriters

In the intricate dance of life, we find ourselves caught in a perpetual oscillation between madness and wisdom. Like a pendulum swinging back and forth, we navigate the vast spectrum of human experience, constantly shifting between these two contrasting realms. Madness, with its chaotic allure, tempts us with its wild abandon. It whispers seductive promises of liberation from societal constraints, urging us to embrace the untamed corners of our minds. In its grip, we may lose ourselves to irrationality, surrendering to the whims of impulse and desire. Yet, within this madness lies a certain kind of freedom, a liberation from … Continue reading All we do is oscillate between madness and wisdom

In the depths of my pen, I weave a tale,Of homes that reside within souls so frail.For it is not bricks and mortar I seek,But the warmth of hearts where solace speaks. I write of homes that cradle weary minds,Where troubled souls find respite to unwind.In the embrace of love, they find their peace,A sanctuary where all worries cease. In the laughter that echoes through the halls,I find a home where joy forever sprawls.Where smiles bloom like flowers in full bloom,And happiness dances in every room. I write of homes where kindness is the key,Where compassion flows like a gentle … Continue reading I write about the homes in people I’d like to live in

Within the depths of my being lies a paper heart, delicate and fragile. It is a vessel that holds the essence of my emotions, easily torn by the slightest touch. Like a canvas, it is open to be painted with the hues of joy, sorrow, and everything in between. Each experience leaves its mark, engraved upon the surface of my tender heart. This paper heart, though fragile, possesses a unique quality. It is light as a feather, capable of floating aimlessly through the vast expanse of life. It is not burdened by the weight of expectations or the constraints of … Continue reading My paper heart

As I stood on the shore, gazing at the waves as they gently washed away my footsteps, a profound realization washed over me. It was a reminder of the transient nature of everything in life. In that moment, the sight of the waves erasing my presence became a metaphor for the impermanence of our existence. In the midst of this contemplation, my thoughts were interrupted by the haunting images of suffering children and the senseless war that plagued our world. The contrast between the serene beauty of the ocean and the harsh reality of human suffering struck me with a … Continue reading Children & War

Amid adversity and hard work, my place stands resilient. It is a haven where dreams of a brighter future take root and flourish. Surrounded by the echoes of struggle and the scent of sweat, it is a testament to the indomitable spirit of its inhabitants. In this place, hopes for a better world permeate the air, fueling the determination of its people. Each day, they rise with unwavering resolve, ready to face the challenges that lie ahead. They understand that progress is not handed on a silver platter but earned through perseverance and dedication. Through the trials and tribulations, my … Continue reading My place II

In the vast fabric of existence, poetry weaves its delicate threads through every corner of our world. It dances upon the land, whispering secrets through blades of grass and rustling leaves. It caresses the sea, painting shimmering verses upon the waves that crash against the shore. Even in the tranquil embrace of lakes, poetry ripples through the stillness, reflecting the beauty of the heavens above. But let us not forget the city, for within its bustling streets and towering structures, poetry finds its own unique voice. Amidst the concrete and steel, there lies a symphony of human stories, each one … Continue reading Poetry …

In profoundness of my being, love resides,A boundless force, where kindness abides.A surging, reckless feast, like waves that crash,A symphony of emotions, in a harmonious clash. Within me flows a river of gentle grace,A tranquil stream, where peacefulness finds its place.Like water, I adapt, I flow, I embrace,The ebb and flow of life, with unwavering grace. I am a mass of love, an endless sea,Where compassion and empathy intertwine, you see.With every beat of my heart, love expands,Reaching out to touch, to heal, to understand. In this vast expanse of love, I find solace,A sanctuary where kindness finds its purpose.For … Continue reading Love …