The desire drawing me nearI trespass lightly through your mindMy stay is not immeasurableAn acquaintance to your fleeting thoughtsI am but a passer byNo place to stop and rest for longHaving learned where I belongAnd where I shouldn’t beI reach out with no anticipationOf what would be returnedFor this is my endless journeyTread softly through the soundsOrchestrated from withinThe storm before the calmAs Moments of time are not lostBut gainedIn Self discovery…❤ Continue reading Self discovery

History whispers, in a solemn tone, like one who has seen too much: beware, wars over territory are the most dangerous. It doesn’t speak loudly — it knows danger hides in the silence between one border and another, in the desire for possession disguised as affection. And then, with the gravity of one who carries centuries on its shoulders, it bends to reveal an ancestral secret: your body is geography too. Yes, living geography. A shoulder that bears mountains without trembling, as if stone itself had learned from you how to carry the weight of the world. A belly that … Continue reading Your Body, Sacred Territory

Everywhere I have beenThe people are looking to be freeInequality is a global phenomenonMen and women, rich and poor, nature versus us of courseIt is everywhere you turnThe 1st world and the thirdLove, equality under the law and information for allThey are part of the things we deserve but don’t get muchUnguarded desire is slaying us in drovesAll efforts to amend has found old scars in new soresEvery solution has become the problem it came to solveAll systems become corrupt in our flawsThe old and the youngOne is afraid to let go, the other has no place to runNo one … Continue reading Destiny!

I harbor no illusions of perfection. It is not the flawless symmetry of a diamond that stirs my senses, but rather the raw, unbridled yearning that courses through my veins—a primal, animalistic desire careening over the edge of mere want, plummeting into the depths of voracious need.Perfection, like the diamond, stands aloof—cold, unyielding, and unattainable. Its facets gleam with an icy brilliance, reflecting the light of distant stars. But it lacks the searing heat, the molten core that births creation. For within the crucible of passion, where desire meets vulnerability, lies the true alchemy—the forging of something extraordinary.I seek not … Continue reading Desire and Imperfection

I love ‘the far away’ and ‘the mirage,’ I love ‘the deep,’ ‘the torrents, ‘the deserts’ and I have my madness! I raise it as a beacon in the dark night, and I feel the rain, the blood and the songs on my lips … Oh! May no one gives me pious intentions, nobody asks me settings. May no one tells me, ‘Come here!’ My life is a storm that broke and loosed itself. It is a wave that rose, more than an atom that perked. I do not know to where I go, I do not know where I … Continue reading I love …

Belief is a house built to our own size—walls shaped by wonder, windows framed by hope. For a time, we live there, comfortably, as if it were all we’d ever need. But time stretches us. We grow, or perhaps we outgrow. The ceilings feel lower, the corners tighter, and suddenly, we find ourselves packing up, seeking a new shelter for the truths we now carry. Maturity is the quiet act of moving—sometimes with grace, sometimes with grief—from one house of belief to another. We wander through unfamiliar rooms, or return to old ones, rearranged for convenience, nostalgia, or comfort. Each … Continue reading The Architecture of Belief

(A single spotlight. The character stands center stage, still. A long pause before they speak—measured, deliberate. Their voice is quiet at first, but unwavering.) You may judge me.Go on.But not by the fluency of my tongue,nor by the grandeur of my declarations. Look deeper.Past the syllables.Past the syntax.Into the quiet spaces—those trembling silences where my truth hides,barefoot and unadorned. There.There you’ll find it.The unspoken honesty.Not wrapped in ribbons.Not polished for applause.Just… offered.Freely.Without barter.Without compromise. Honesty—it isn’t a currency.It isn’t something to be traded,or haggled over like fruit in a market.It’s a gem.A rare one.Glowing in the dark,when all the clever … Continue reading Monologue: The Unspoken Honesty

I’ve learned that some people don’t leave with thunder or warning—they just slip away, quietly, like dusk folding into night. No goodbye. No explanation. Just absence. We give them our time, our laughter, our silences. They become part of our rhythm, like breath—so constant we forget it’s even there. Their presence seeps into the corners of our lives, soft and essential, like poetry whispered into the bones of our days. And then, they’re gone. What’s left is not just emptiness—it’s a hollow echo, a space that aches. A silence that screams. There’s no remedy for that kind of loss. No … Continue reading Departure

Deep in my soul, I stand as a sentinel for the fragile beauty of our shared existence. I champion the right to be painfully human—to wear our vulnerabilities like badges of honor. In our rawness, our unfiltered emotions, we uncover our truest selves. I defend the ache of love, the tremor of grief, the quiet joy of connection. To feel deeply is to be gloriously alive, and so I resist the numbing winds of indifference, daring to bare my heart even when it quivers. I dance on the precipice of imagination, delightfully dreamy, my feet barely touching the ground. I … Continue reading Deliciously Human

When people treat you like they don’t care, believe them.Not because you’re unworthy of love, but because love—real love—doesn’t hide behind silence or half-hearted gestures. It doesn’t flinch when you speak your truth, nor does it vanish when you need it most. Love shows up. It listens. It stays. There’s a quiet kind of freedom in letting go of those who only hold you when it’s convenient. You stop shrinking yourself to fit into their fleeting attention. You stop begging for crumbs when you were made for feasts. And then, one day, you find him. The one you can be … Continue reading The Ones Who Stay