Someone once told me she expected me to start speaking with the birds outside my window, to become one with the sky and the whispers of the wind. I smiled and said, “I have never spoken with a bird before, but I imagine their conversations are filled with the poetry of the heavens. I would probably ask if they were ever envious of things that cannot take flight.” In the quiet moments of solitude, I often find myself gazing at the birds as they dance upon the air, their wings brushing against the canvas of the sky. I wonder what … Continue reading Birds

My faith is boundless, uncontained, and free, for Love is the creed that speaks to me. No dogma, no doctrine can hold my heart, for Love is the only path, the only art. I belong to no religion, no sect or creed, for Love is the only light that I need. In every heart, I find my temple true, for Love is the essence of all that is due. My soul is free, unshackled by belief, for Love is the only truth that brings relief. In every breath, in every beat of my heart, I feel the presence of Love, … Continue reading My religion …

And I fell for you, like the blossom from the cherry trees, gently drifting through the air, surrendering to the breeze. The world seemed to pause, holding its breath as our hearts intertwined, delicate petals finding their place within the tapestry of our love. 私はあなたを,落ちた桜の木から花のように, with a tenderness that defies the passing seasons. In that moment, the beauty of spring was captured, eternal and pure, in the quiet space between us. Our love, much like the cherry blossom, is fleeting yet unforgettable, a whisper of elegance and grace. Each petal, a memory, a promise, a dream, falling softly into the … Continue reading 桜の木

There are poems that paper cannot confide. Verses etched in the soul’s quiet places, Where the ink of life gently traces. Hidden in whispers, silent yet profound, In dreams where endless thoughts abound. They dance on the edge of breathless sighs, Beyond the reach of earthly eyes. These poems dwell in the rhythm of your heart, In the spaces that words cannot chart. They bloom with every beat and pause, A symphony of life’s hidden cause. So let them linger, wild and free, Unwritten, like the whispers of the sea. For the most beautiful poetry you’ll find, Lives within the … Continue reading There are poems… 

What makes this desire so powerful, so fragile, and vital, to love and be loved simply? In the quiet moments of our existence, it is this longing that weaves through our hearts, a force both tender and immense. It is the essence of humanity, the drive to connect, to embrace the simplicity of loving one another without pretense. This desire, so delicate and yet so strong, whispers to us in the silence of our souls. It calls us to shed our fears, to open our hearts, and to find joy in the mere act of loving. It is the purest … Continue reading The Essence of Humanity

I don’t want to write about love. It hurts. Too many nights have passed where I have learned to find solace in the middle of the bed, accustomed to the emptiness on either side. The stories of when love existed in my life are too precious, too painful to retell. The beautiful beginnings, the way passion ignites and consumes, how it fills one with unimaginable substance—they are memories I cannot bear to revisit. No, I don’t want to. Because love for me was once as magnificent as the ocean, as breathtaking as sunsets, as boundless as the night skies. I … Continue reading No, I don’t want to talk about love …

Love… it whispers secrets only the heart can hear. “You do not have to be afraid,” it murmurs. “Do not run away.” For love, like a tender seed, is born small and delicate, yet with time, it grows strong and magnificent. Sometimes, love is present in ways unseen, like a gentle breeze that caresses your face without you knowing. It takes many forms, molds, and aromas, speaking in a myriad of voices, causing smiles and tears, bringing joy and healing. It is the bond between a mother and her child, the laughter shared among friends. It lingers in forgotten corners, … Continue reading Love will tell you a secret…

Each day dawns with a cacophony of voices, the world pulling you by the hand with relentless urgency. “This is important!” it shouts, pointing to a flurry of distractions that clamour for your attention. “And that is important!” Another tug, another demand on your time and energy. It’s an overwhelming chorus of importance, a relentless tide of obligations and worries. But amidst the noise and chaos, there lies a simple, quiet truth. It’s up to you to halt the relentless tug, to pause and reclaim your breath. Gently, but firmly, you yank your hand back and place it over your … Continue reading Each day

In your presence, the boundaries of my world tremble, and the walls I’ve built around my heart begin to crumble. You are a tempest, a force that defies reason and logic, stirring within me a belief in the extraordinary. Your words are like whispers from a realm of dreams, weaving enchanting tales of possibilities that defy the constraints of reality. You are a catalyst, igniting the flames of hope and daring me to reach for the stars. In your gaze, I see the reflection of a universe where the inconceivable becomes tangible, where the unimaginable takes shape. You are a … Continue reading “You’re dangerous,” he says. “Why?” “Because you make me believe in the impossible.”

Even if you use commas, put a period, and run away from suspension points, the rhythm of life will find its own cadence. Sooner or later, love will be impolite, a bold intruder that enters your life without asking for permission. It arrives unannounced, a tempest in the calm of your existence, disrupting the carefully constructed walls you’ve built around your heart. It doesn’t heed the rules of engagement, nor does it wait for the perfect moment to make its grand entrance. Love is impolite, an audacious guest at the banquet of your solitude. It disregards the formalities, sweeping you … Continue reading An impolite guest