They wanted my eyes, but they wanted me to turn a blind eye; they craved the sparkle in my gaze, yet feared the truths I might see. They desired my lips, but not the thick tongue with political discussions slipping off of it; they longed for the shape of my smile, but not the weight of my words. They wanted my skinny fingers, delicate and nimble, but they did not want the words that fell out of my pen; they admired the grace of my hands, but not the power of my thoughts. They wanted my body, the vessel that … Continue reading My Being

Each morning, as the first light of dawn filters through my window, I stand before the mirror and gaze into my own eyes. I ask myself a question that has become a ritual, a compass guiding my days: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” This question, simple yet profound, holds the power to illuminate the path I tread. There are days when the answer is a resounding “Yes,” and I step forward with purpose and joy. But there are also days when the answer is … Continue reading Change

As I stand on this path, each step feels like a whisper from the earth, grounding me in the present. The war within me has quieted, replaced by a serene acceptance of the duality that defines my existence. My heart, once a battlefield, now beats in harmony with the rhythm of life around me. I find beauty in the smallest moments—a bird’s song at dawn, the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, the warmth of the sun on my skin. These simple pleasures, once overlooked, now fill me with a profound sense of gratitude. My eyes, once a sea … Continue reading Path

Life is a disobedience, a rebellion against the mundane. It defies expectations, a lack of respect for the ordinary, an affront to the predictable. It is an invitation to the unknown, a daring adventure that beckons with every sunrise. Life is a pornography of emotions, raw and unfiltered, yet it holds a modesty in its quiet moments, a delicate balance between the extremes. It is a date with destiny, a rendezvous with the unforeseen, a retaliation against the constraints that bind us. Life is a poem, a tapestry of words woven with love, even if that love is defective, flawed … Continue reading Rebellion

Please don’t cast me into the ordinary, as if I were a pebble on a forgotten path. I am not common; I am a constellation of stardust, a symphony of quiet miracles. When I say, “I love you,” let your gaze linger upon me, for in that moment, my soul stretches its fragile wings toward yours. Listen closely, as if deciphering ancient runes etched upon my lips, when I gather courage to ask you to share your love with me. It is then that I am most human, most raw—a fragile bridge between longing and belonging. Don’t mistake my openness … Continue reading In the Whispered Language of Souls

Balmy summer nights and the scent of mandarin peels linger in the air, a fragrant reminder of fleeting moments. People move their hands when they speak, weaving invisible threads that connect the past, present, and future. In these gestures, everything that’s both lost and found comes alive, a dance of human contradictions. Long fingers of light sweep through a train carriage, illuminating boys with soft, curious eyes and beautiful hands. Hands tell stories—old hands with calluses and dimples, new skin growing back whiter and cleaner. The touch of a hand, whether tender or brusque, is a testament to our need … Continue reading Threads of Time and Touch