You, who once believed yourself greater than destiny itself, and declared independence from your responsibilities.Who trusted in the compass of doubt and never questioned yourself.You, who once loved deeply, but avenged every pain.Who never knew how to turn your mistakes into anything but bitter medicine.You, who celebrated what was never meant to be celebrated.Who forgot that glory is a mantle woven by your words and deeds throughout History. You, once a sublime model of archangel and a faithful example of demon,never truly knew your own eyes — but today you challenge the mirror of your own conscience. Listen: there is … Continue reading There is still time

I carried many storms with me, each one a testament to the battles I have fought. I have washed myself ashore, a weary traveler finding solace in the embrace of the earth. I have been my tide, rising and falling with the rhythm of my heart, and my lighthouse, guiding myself through the darkest nights. Darling, this becoming me didn’t come easy. It was a journey fraught with pain and struggle, a metamorphosis born of fire and tears. I have let my demons play, giving them free rein to dance in the shadows of my mind. I have cursed God … Continue reading Celebrating Resilience and Strength

Love, I grow with my words till I feel comfortable enough to wear each and every word. I am still growing. We all are. I read everything, Urdu poems to Ghazals to African poetry to Latin American poetry, I try to read everything. It is such a rich and diverse earth, and I love soaking myself with different methods of storytelling. It works for me. As we experience life, we have to let the words in and allow it to do the job it is to do without restraint. In the quiet moments of reflection, I find myself enveloped in … Continue reading Words: A Journey of Growth

We live in a time when conservative and rigid ways of thinking have become deeply rooted, and systems of control—like bureaucracy, capitalism, and media—are stronger than ever. In this environment, even white supremacists who spread hate are praised as heroes. It’s disturbing, but it’s also a sign of how twisted our political landscape has become. In such a world, living a revolutionary life might not look like traditional activism. It might not involve protests, organizing, or radical politics as we know them—because even those practices have been shaped by the same system they try to fight. They often demand self-sacrifice, … Continue reading A Truly Revolutionary Life

I’m not sure why, but it seems that we so easily assign sexual connotations to any outward show of affection. Why can’t we care and be affectionate for no reason? Why can’t we just accept and love each other simply because we share the same world? I think we’re all loving beings by nature; we just need to unlearn all the ego based bs that an upside-down world has taught us about connection and love. Peace & Love 🙏🏾❤️ Continue reading Just love

The river that flows into me comes from the same spring as yours. I feel its gentle currents weaving through my soul, a reminder of our shared origin. Each ripple carries whispers of our intertwined destinies, echoing the harmony of our beginnings. As it meanders through the landscape of my being, it nourishes the roots of my existence, just as it does yours. In moments of stillness, I sense the unity of our paths, the way our waters merge and diverge, only to find each other again. The river is a testament to our connection, a silent promise that no … Continue reading Shared Springs

Il y a des jours où le silence des autres pèse plus lourd que les mots. Je me souviens d’un hiver — pas celui des saisons, mais celui du cœur. À cette époque, j’étais entourée de visages, mais aucun ne me regardait vraiment. Les sourires étaient mécaniques, les gestes vides. Et moi, je me débattais dans une mer d’indifférence glaciale. C’est là que j’ai compris une vérité que les livres ne m’avaient jamais enseignée : Pour connaître la valeur de la générosité, il faut avoir souffert de la froide indifférence des autres. Ce n’est pas une maxime, c’est une cicatrice. … Continue reading 🌙 La lumière dans le froid

September 13, 2025 Today, Brazil falls silent for a moment—not for lack of sound, but in reverence to the maestro who turned noise into poetry. Hermeto Pascoal, the wizard of sound, has left us. And with him, a piece of our country’s musical soul ascends to the heavens. Hermeto was not just a musician. He was an alchemist, an inventor, a visionary. He played the invisible. He made nature his orchestra, life his score. With a pan, a pig, a cloud—everything became music in his hands. He taught us that the entire world is an instrument, and that creative freedom … Continue reading 🎼 Tribute to Hermeto Pascoal 🎼

No silêncio do mundo, um som se despede.Não foi um acorde comum — foi um universo inteiro.Hermeto, alquimista dos ruídos e das almas,fez da barba um instrumento, da água uma sinfonia,e do Brasil, um palco para o impossível. Albino de luz própria,via cores onde o mundo via sombras.Falava com peixes, encantava sapos,e ensinava que a música não tem jaula,não tem pauta, não tem fim. Hoje, o vento sopra em dó maior.Os pássaros fazem solos em sua homenagem.E cada xícara, cada panela, cada folha que vibracarrega um pouco do seu espírito livre. Você não partiu, Hermeto.Você se dissolveu no som.E agora, … Continue reading O Som Que Virou Eternidade

Don’t let me tell you that I am always confident; my voice can be as loud as a lion’s roar, my courage as great as the mountains. But there will be days when I do not believe in myself enough to think out loud, when I am too afraid of the answer to ask if you think I am pretty, too afraid of the question to speak it, and my backbone is nowhere to be found. My moments of bravery are merely comprised of the 90% of doubt I have mixed with 10% of the thought that I will only … Continue reading Don’t let …