Believe them when they say it’s over, that there’s nothing left worth fighting for. Don’t seek more reasons to stay, or search for loopholes they might have missed. Just leave. Don’t cling to something that has already fallen to pieces. You’ll spend a lifetime trying to put those fragments back together. Just leave. Don’t argue or declare your love, or how much you still want this. Just leave. Your energy is better spent elsewhere, on healing yourself and fighting for someone who will never give up on you. Just leave. You are not a struggle or someone who needs saving. … Continue reading January, 2015

To many, poetry is a kaleidoscope of emotions and perceptions: beautiful, heartwarming, thought-provoking, mind-blowing, lovely, breathtaking. For some, it demands a pause, urging them to “take a step back and reflect for a minute.” But to me, poetry is something far more intimate and raw. It is the bleeding out of my soul, a torrent of feelings and thoughts spilling onto any surface willing to hold my words, even if just for a fleeting moment. Each poem is a fragment of my essence, a snapshot of my inner world laid bare. It is not crafted with the intention to impress … Continue reading Poetry

I am the ink that flows from the pen, the words that dance upon the page, I am the architect of my own world, building castles in the sky. I am the poet, weaving emotions into verse, capturing the essence of life in every line, I am the silent witness to the world around me, drinking in the beauty and the pain. I am the lover, embracing all that is wild and free, fighting for love and for justice, I am the breath of life, the beating heart, a vessel of hope and resilience. I am the dreamer, reaching for … Continue reading What am I?

I write these words to share a truth that weighs heavily on my heart. I find myself adrift, the familiar anchors of reason slipping away. The clarity that once illuminated my path is dimming, like a nearly extinguished candle in a vast, echoing chamber of my being. My certainties are dissolving, much like a body losing its footing in the depths of an uncharted sea. I feel the ground beneath me vanishing, the solid touchpoints of my life becoming elusive. What once seemed clear and unshakeable now feels like a distant memory, an echo of a time when everything made … Continue reading Love,

In the grand library of life, you will meet two distinct types of people. The first will run a finger down the index of who you are, quickly flipping to the parts that pique their interest, skimming through the pages of your essence with a fleeting curiosity. The second will approach you with patience, taking their time to read through every chapter, lingering on the paragraphs that move them, folding corners of your story that inspired them the most. But there is a third, one you won’t expect. This person won’t just finish your sentences; they will cherish every word, … Continue reading The Book that is You

I once confided in her that I wasn’t good at anything. She looked at me with eyes full of understanding and said, “Survival is a talent.” In her gentle words, I found a profound truth. It isn’t always the grand achievements or celebrated skills that define our worth. Sometimes, it’s the quiet resilience, the strength to keep moving forward when the world feels heavy and hope seems distant. Surviving, enduring, and continuing to find beauty in each day—that itself is a remarkable talent. Her affirmation was a reminder that my existence, my persistence, is a testament to an inner strength … Continue reading Survival is a Talent

I was born shattered, missing pieces that would make me whole. I kept getting cuts from the cracks in my soul, and my heart bore scars with the patterns of its missing edges. Every time I tried to move forward, I unintentionally hurt myself. Until the day I helped mend a broken heart. I tore out a piece of my shattered heart and used it to seal their broken parts. In filling the void in someone else’s heart, I felt somehow complete. I made a vow that I would always place a shard of myself in fixing someone’s broken pieces. … Continue reading Missing a piece

I want to begin by saying how deeply sorry I am. I know I forget how to be a good friend sometimes. It’s dark where I am, and I often find it hard to breathe. But please believe me when I say that I love you, even when things get so bad that I can’t even recognize myself in the mirror. I apologize for not laughing at your jokes like I mean it, for my inability to focus, and for the times you see me frowning. Please understand that I don’t mean any of it. I’m just trying to find … Continue reading My dear friend,

Write letters to loved ones and hide them in library books. Savor the simple pleasure of eating mangos off your fingertips. Observe nature: a bee on lavender, a snail’s journey, a hummingbird’s flight. Smile at strangers; it brightens everyone’s day. Write lists for focus and direction. Learn new words from the dictionary. Stand firm in your truth; honesty is valued. Revisit childhood books and movies for nostalgia. Swing at the park to feel limitless. Nourish your body without guilt; food is life. Embrace joy and reject sadness; you are irreplaceable. Life is a journey, and you are its guide. Choose … Continue reading When sadness envelops you, remember gentle steps to guide your heart back to light:

Who will take us by the hand when a parent departs this world or our partner leaves us behind? Who will cradle us in their arms when our dreams shatter into a thousand pieces and everything falls apart? Who will be there at our deathbed to whisper gently in our ear, “Do not fear, dear child, this is but an ancient rite of passage, a natural part of the journey, to be expected and embraced, and all is well”? Through the timeless eyes of this ancient universe, nothing in your life is a small event, nothing is insignificant or undeserving … Continue reading Who …