You keep calling yourself a haunted house—ghosts in your body, cemeteries in the yard and the bedroom. You tell me to listen to those who say I should run, to not ring your doorbell on a dare. But I’m not here to prove I’m brave, or to take a peek at the haunting. I’m not curious, I’m not here for the ride—I’m here because I want to be. When I ask about your bad days, it’s not a dare. I genuinely want to know, even if I’ll never fully understand what it’s like to walk in your shoes. I just … Continue reading I will be with you

On nights when sadness arrives, I hope you welcome it like an old friend. Bring it to your table and speak with it about your doubts and misfortunes. Feed it with your energy — for even sadness is sustenance — and let it rest in contentment, long after it has been satisfied. After all, true meals should never be rushed. That’s when you can reflect on the “what ifs,” the “almosts,” the “why nots,” and the “hows” that haunt it. And that’s when sadness will also remember you. Because when you recognize its place in your life, you’ll understand that … Continue reading Silent visit

I am a book bound not in leather or linen, but in blackness—dense and deliberate. My cover bears the weight of scars, etched like ancient hieroglyphs, each one hiding a story I pray no one ever tries to translate. I am mystery incarnate, pages sealed shut with fear and fortitude. It’s easier if they judge me by my cover. Let the world glance and turn away. Let them assume I am unreadable. Because if they were to pry, if they were to peer between the lines and unlock the spine, they would see what I spend every moment protecting: a … Continue reading Bound in Shadows

I am an excitable person. Life, to me, is a symphony—a crescendo of emotions, a dance of stardust. I don’t merely exist; I sing existence. My heartstrings resonate with the poetry of moments, and reason? Well, reason tiptoes behind, trying to keep up.Facts and intuition—they waltz within me. I am gifted at both, but I refuse to let them cage my spirit. Possibilities stretch before me like an infinite canvas, and I wield my brush with audacity. Limits? They dissolve like sugar in warm tea. I am a wanderer of wonder, a seeker of the marvelous.Reality? It knocks politely, but … Continue reading Manifesto

…but after all, you see, I am not an abandoned house. I am not, in the end, haunted and vacant.My stairs creak, and my windows stick, and the walls groan on windy nights, but I am not haunted. In my humanity, there is beauty.I have lived, vividly. I have loved, generously. I have cured love with love, and I have been reckless, passionate, brilliant, and ebullient.I am covered in fingerprints: some hands left bruises, and others I wish would hold me forever. I have been touched, and I have been transformed.I have scars, not mortal wounds. I have scars, and … Continue reading A House Built of Living Light

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 …