The raindrops were like a symphony, drumming on the window with a steady beat, as if trying to keep time with the clock, tick-ticking away, never missing a beat. Time is a fickle friend, passing quickly when we want it to slow, dragging on when we wish it would fly, testing the limits of our endurance. But amidst the rain and the ticking clock, there was a song that played, a melody that spoke to the heart, making the beauty and sadness almost interchangeable. For in the midst of sorrow, there is often a beauty that shines through, a glimmer … Continue reading Tick-ticking …

In the tumultuous dance, I witnessed the unraveling of life, the way things fell apart only to intertwine once more, a delicate tapestry of chaos and harmony. The erratic cadence of my heart, racing and slowing in sync with the ebb and flow of existence, mirrored the myriad emotions that coursed through my veins. I found myself in the embrace of shyness, the weight of feeling too much, and the haunting absence of feeling at all. Fear, a specter that loomed over my every step, a phantom that whispered of both everything and nothing. My thoughts, like fragile glass, shattered … Continue reading 2012

In a world where the clamor of ambition echoes through the corridors of existence, where the pursuit of impressing others is a relentless race, I choose to step away from the cacophony. Life, a fleeting wisp of time, a sacred treasure bestowed upon us, deserves to be spent in the embrace of nature’s wonders, in the warmth of love’s tender gaze, in the symphony of the universe’s grandeur. Let me seek solace in the company of mountains, their stoic presence a testament to resilience and majesty. Let me find peace by the riverside, where the waters flow with gentle wisdom, … Continue reading Let me seek solace in the company of mountains

He spoke of his disdain for the intricacies of life, the delicate dance of details that unfolded at a languid pace. “They are too slow,” he remarked, dismissing the minutiae that colored the canvas of existence. But I saw him differently. To me, he was a million details, each one a fragment of his essence waiting to be unraveled. In the quiet of every night, I took my time with him, savoring the subtleties of his being, like a connoisseur reveling in the nuances of a fine wine. His laughter, a symphony of notes that danced in the air, each … Continue reading He said: I don’t like details; they are too slow. I said: you are a million details, and I take all my time with you every night

In the stillness of the night, I let my mind wander to a world of our own creation. A one-act play unfolds, where you and I are the stars, dancing across the stage of my imagination. I am adorned in something diaphanous, a vision of beauty and grace, my hair caught in a gentle breeze as I move. And you, so achingly handsome, exude an adorably eager charm, professing your love for me with an intensity that sets my heart ablaze. The backdrop is hushed, a mere suggestion of a location, perhaps Paris or New York, where love blooms in … Continue reading My reveries …

There is no hope in violence, no light in the darkness it brings. For every act of aggression, a thousand more will spring. The bloodshed of innocents, the tears of the broken-hearted, the pain of those left behind, all of it is senseless and uncharted. There is no hope in war, no victory in the battles we wage. For every life lost, a thousand more will be taken into rage. The destruction of cities, the desolation of homes, the fear of those who survive, all of it is a tragedy known, studied and articulated. In the killing of children, in … Continue reading Just love is the answer …

Utopia, a shimmering mirage on the distant horizon, forever just out of reach. I take two steps forward, and she dances two steps away, teasing me with her elusive beauty. I press on, determined, walking ten steps, yet the horizon stretches out before me, always just beyond my grasp. No matter how far I journey, I will never touch the utopia that beckons me forward. Why do I strive for utopia, you ask? It is for the very act of pursuit, for the relentless journey that fuels my spirit. Utopia exists to inspire me, to propel me forward on an … Continue reading Utopia

I have a heart, a wild and untamed thing, beating with a thunderous voice that echoes through the chambers of my soul. It longs to understand why the clouds flee and scatter as the sun rises, casting its golden light upon the world. Tell me, how do I tame the storms that rage within my eyes, the tempest that threatens to consume me whole? I yearn to find calm within the chaos, to quiet the raging winds and still the crashing waves. I seek the wisdom to harness the power of my emotions, to channel the lightning of my passion … Continue reading Storm

Generosity, like a river that flows endlessly, sustains the love that blossoms between two souls. It is the giving of oneself, the selfless sharing of time, attention, and affection, that enriches the soil from which love grows. In the ebb and flow of life, generosity becomes the current that carries love through trials and triumphs, bridging the distance between two hearts. And in the quiet moments, when the world fades away and all that remains is the gaze of adoration, it is the deep feeling of admiration that ignites the flame of love. It is the recognition of each other’s … Continue reading What keeps two people in love and in a long relationship?

It’s about the weight of insignificance, the feeling of being a mere speck in the grand scheme of things. It’s about the journey, the tracks stretching into the distance, leading to an uncertain destination that we call home. It’s about fading away, blurring into the background, leaving behind a hollow space that once held laughter and warmth. It’s about the longing for light and love, the desperate gasp for air in a world that feels suffocating. It’s about the struggle to hold onto words, to poetry, to meaning, as they slip through our fingers like sand. It’s about the ache … Continue reading Cozy Home