How did you learn to carry rain in your blood without flooding your days? This question dances on the edge of mystery and resilience, a testament to the quiet strength that flows through your veins. In the tapestry of your existence, each droplet of rain is a story, a memory, a whisper of the past. They gather, not to overwhelm, but to nourish the roots of your soul. You have become a master of balance, a weaver of serenity amidst the storms. Your heart, a reservoir of emotions, holds the rain with grace. It does not spill over in torrents … Continue reading Carrying Rain In Your Blood

In the year 1987, the bus ride was a theater of human emotions, a stage where the mundane met the profound. He, with his honey-rum voice, quoted Bukowski to a blonde girl who mistook his words for the lyrics of a love song. It irked me, perhaps even pissed me off, to witness his earnest recitation met with her vacant stare and hollow laughter. From my seat, two rows behind, I observed them. He pinched her nose playfully, his voice weaving love spells from the great literary minds, while she remained oblivious to the depth of his words. There was … Continue reading The Literary Wanderer

In your name, I sought to save this disenchanted part of time and distance that resides in me. Today, I bid farewell to the desire to return to my usual places. Here, I detach myself from the life that once dared not know of you. Because in your presence I live, I die only to be reborn, for Love returns us to our entire eternities. If one day I need to return, I will go without ever leaving. Devoted to nights for desires and days for dreams, tomorrow accuses me of telling stories that live in us, but that memories … Continue reading Eternal Love

May you fall in love with someone who makes your soul sing, like a melody that dances on the breeze of a spring morning. Someone whose very presence turns the mundane into magic, whose laughter is the sweetest symphony that echoes in the chambers of your heart. May you find a love that feels like the first rays of dawn, gently warming your spirit and illuminating the darkest corners of your being. A love that is a constant reminder of the beauty in the world, a love that inspires you to be the best version of yourself. May this person … Continue reading A Love That Makes Your Soul Sing

The active principle of love is generosity. It is the gentle force that opens hearts, making others feel welcomed, understood, and accepted. In this embrace, love becomes a living entity, thriving in the warmth of shared moments and mutual understanding. Everything that does not reach the other does not exist. It is as if it never breathed, never felt the touch of life. The unspoken words, the unshared feelings, they linger in the shadows, resembling a small death. They are the echoes of what could have been, the silent witnesses to missed connections. Every sensation or feeling that cannot breathe, … Continue reading Force…

When it is but it is not love, it masquerades as passion, a fervent flame that consumes rather than warms. Some of us love badly, or perhaps we mistake the intensity for love. This love implodes, folding in on itself, devouring its essence. It turns the sweetest wine into the bitterest poison, misbehaving in the sanctity of shared spaces. It drinks deeply from the well of insecurity, kisses strangers with lips that should be faithful, and returns to your bed at ungodly hours, reeking of the world outside. This love asks about your past, not out of curiosity, but jealousy. … Continue reading August 28, 2014

When longing no longer found solace in waiting, farewell whispered its silent departure. My body, once a vessel of vibrant life, now stood empty, a hollow shell devoid of its Soul. In this void, I poured my loneliness into words, each syllable a fragment of my solitude. I became an urgent poet, driven by the pain that time had bestowed upon me. Every moment of suffering transformed into verses, each line a testament to the ache that had become my constant companion. Through this pain, I found my voice, a voice that spoke of longing, loss, and the relentless passage … Continue reading A Poet’s Journey