… a storm of emotions rages within, echoing through the hollow chambers of your heart. The ache of his absence reverberates with an intensity that threatens to consume you whole. In the darkness of the night, you find solace, seeking refuge in dreams that offer fleeting respite from the harsh reality of his departure. Memories, like ghosts, haunt your waking hours, whispering of shared moments and unfulfilled promises. Each recollection is a double-edged sword, cutting deep into the tender fabric of your soul. The scent of his cologne lingers in the air, and the places you visited together are now … Continue reading When he leaves….

Today, let my heart be a sanctuary of kindness, a wellspring of compassion that flows unreservedly to all who cross my path. May my spirit stand firm, a bastion of courage amidst adversity, a beacon of hope in the darkest of nights. Let my mind be a tempest of fierce determination, not for selfish gain, but for the relentless pursuit of love and understanding. With each breath, may I weave a tapestry of empathy and benevolence, casting aside the shadows of indifference and embracing the brilliance of connection. In this delicate dance of existence, may my steps be guided by … Continue reading Prayer for my ego

As breathless curtains stir in the gentle breeze, the melodies of the singing tree fill the air with a symphony of nature’s song. The smell of old rain lingers, a reminder of past storms that have washed away the worries of yesterday. I drift, carried away on a raft made of yesterdays, floating effortlessly on the sea of memories. My mind wanders, lost in dreams of what once was and what could be. The world around me fades away as I surrender to the tranquility of the moment. The waves gently rock me, lulling me into a state of pure … Continue reading Curtains

Tell me, Life, how to escape the clutches of my own existence. Release me from this torment that consumes me with every passing moment. Sever the ties that bind me to you, Life. Transform me into something other than myself; a blissful state of unawareness, where I am free from the burdens of consciousness. Let me drift into the void, where I am shielded from the sorrow that has enveloped me. Erase my identity, but do not leave me adrift in this half-formed state. Grant me the simplicity of stones, the purity of animals, the distance of stars, or the … Continue reading Tell me Life …

To remember my childhood is not merely to scatter words on blank pages. It is to stir up a symphony of dreams, emotions, and sensations. To recall my past is to revisit the magic of playing soccer with my brothers and friends, the places, smells, flavors, and music that etched themselves into my memory, shaping the person I am today. My childhood was filled with simplicity and scarcity. New clothes were few, and industrialized toys were non-existent—except for the soapbox carts and makeshift scooters we created. Instead, we had vast spaces, green fields, trees, and dreams. Life seemed so simple … Continue reading The Memory of Time

The wildness of it all grips me, as the rapturous calls of the piano echo through the chamber. Savage in its beauty, I find myself unable to dance once more to this song of humanity. The passages written along the castle walls have inscribed a mournful dirge in my heart. Your memory is etched there, upon the wind that whispers through the ancient stone. As I listen, the notes unbind themselves, drifting softly and tragically like an unfettered flag in the breeze. This thought, though it may be my last, holds a certain weight—important to someone, somewhere, yet far off. … Continue reading Pianissimo

In my search for the Divine, I roamed vast lands and distant shores,Temples adorned with tales of yore, hymns echoing through sacred doors.But it was not until I turned my gaze within, to the very core of my own being,That I discovered the essence of what I had been fervently seeking. For within the quiet sanctuary of my heart, a sacred space did unfold,Untouched by religion’s trappings or traditions’ unyielding hold.In the stillness of my soul, I felt a presence so divine,A force that pulsed with love and light, and whispered, “You are mine.” No longer did I wander in … Continue reading The Divine in me …

When he asked me what I needed, I softly whispered, “Peace.” Within me, a storm had been raging for far too long, a relentless conflict that had left me exhausted. But in his tender question, I glimpsed a flicker of hope, a chance to find tranquility amidst the chaos. As I navigate the winding road of life, I yearn for the simplicity of a life well-lived. I seek to understand the rhythm of existence, to embrace each day with the innocence and joy of a child. Like a seasoned farmer caring for his flock, I long to find peace in … Continue reading Peace

Before you invite my love, know that it is not fleeting but enduring, steadfast, and true. My love is a profound gift, a treasure that I offer freely and hope you will cherish. It is a powerful force, capable of healing wounds, transforming lives, and lighting up the darkest nights. Love is a journey, a dance of giving and receiving, of strength and vulnerability. I will love you with all that I am, with a passion that outshines the sun. Be ready for a love that is passionate, all-consuming, and uplifting—a love that elevates and carries you forward. I will … Continue reading My love

In complete chaos, when the ground trembled beneath me, I found myself falling, landing unceremoniously on the floor. Yet, there was a strange comfort in that moment of vulnerability, sitting there, unsure of how to rise again. It was a metaphor for love, for life itself. I’m captivated by the simplicity of what’s easy to love, but my heart yearns for the challenge of loving deeply, recklessly. It’s a paradox, the easiest and hardest thing in the world, this act of loving. I embrace it, knowing that with love comes the inevitable pain, the bleeding of the heart that always … Continue reading Chaos of love