Neediness is not a dirty word, my dear. Needing love, affection, and attention does not render you weak. Craving kindness in the morning does not make you childish. Seeking a smile to brighten your day does not mean you perceive the world as gray. Desiring a hug does not imply you cannot stand tall on your own. Longing for a kiss does not signify you lack love for your own lips. Needing another person, or two, or an entire village to feel complete does not make you a mere fraction or fragment — it means you yearn for more, and … Continue reading All we need is love …

In despair, I cry out to you, oh healer of souls. Doctor, cure me. What is the root of this affliction that plagues my mind and torments my spirit? This madness that shoots through me like bullets shattering glass in a silent movie, leaving me broken and lost in a world of chaos and confusion. I seek solace in your wisdom, in your hands that hold the power to mend what is broken within me. With each heartbeat, I feel the weight of this burden grow heavier, the pain more unbearable. But I have faith in your skill, in your … Continue reading Cure me

Light refracted and infused with life cascades through the prism of our being, painting intricate colors on the canvas of our sleeve-worn hearts. Each hue a story, each shade a memory etched in the tapestry of our souls. Nothing is immune from the tender caress of the universe, for everything whispers a tale that resonates within us. From the quiet solitude of a just-ended summer rain to the cacophony of a city wide awake, we find ourselves mirrored in the myriad facets of life’s symphony. Every heartbeat, every breath, every birth, and every passing—each a thread that weaves us into … Continue reading Everything that touches us

Lay me down by the gentle river, where the water whispers secrets of the past and the wind carries memories of love lost and found. Lay me down by the long tree, its branches reaching out like arms to hold me close, as I pray in sympathy for your heart to find peace. Rise with me, as the sun paints the sky with hues of gold and pink, a new day dawning with the promise of hope and renewal. Believe that I am there beside you, guiding you through the darkness with a light that never fades. By your hand, … Continue reading Everything is temporary, except love

It is worth living. The first time you said, “You’re my best friend,” for books, for plaid shirts, red lipstick, and bitten nails. It’s worth living, for all the times when you look out the window and smile or cry, for the music, for the times you shared so much with the person you loved, for amphibians, for hot chocolate, and coffee. It’s worth living, for the glances in school hallways, college campuses, and crowded streets, for unforgettable memories, for the sea in summer and winter, for that time you felt free looking at the world, for Nutella and chips, … Continue reading It is worth living!

The rapid-fire bullet pierced the heavy morning air, shattering the tranquility of dawn. The dew-covered grass trembled under the weight of the violence that unfolded, a stark contrast to the fragile veil of night that still lingered. There was no beauty in the song of guns, no romance in the cacophony of destruction. It was the relentless march of inevitability, cutting through innocence and guilt alike. War, with its indiscriminate fury, was a scourge that could not be reasoned with or appeased. As the mortar shells exploded and the grenades echoed in the distance, I found myself enveloped in a … Continue reading War

I could not have predicted the way validation showed up on my doorstep one day,in my mailbox to be exact.The Universe does not work in our timeline.It does not have a timeline at all.Everything returns to where it’s supposed to be,there is always equilibrium to be maintained.If you take something from me,even a piece of my soul,it will returnand something just as preciouswill be taken from you.If you steal from me,be ready to lose.This is not my revenge or demand,it’s the way the Universe works.Balance must be maintainedand so if you are the taker,that which you take will be taken … Continue reading Universe

Some people will love you, others will dislike you. Some will resent you and maybe even envy you. Some will bicker about you, others will sing your praises. And in the ever-changing mosaic of opinions, emotions ripple like whispers carried by the wind. Each step you take, each decision you make, is like the brushstroke of an artist on the canvas of existence. You may be adored by one, yet overlooked by another. You may be the subject of admiration, while simultaneously a topic of idle gossip. The melody of your life resonates with a symphony of diverse voices, each … Continue reading Just be

The heavy raindrops tap-danced on the old tiles of your small house, a symphony of nostalgia and longing. Each drop seemed to whisper your name, echoing through the empty rooms and corridors of your heart. The gray day outside mirrored the somber mood within, as memories of you flooded the streets like a river of lost dreams. The aroma of freshly roasted coffee filled the air, a feeble attempt to mask the absence of your presence. The scent of your skin, once so familiar and comforting, now lingered only in the corners of your mind, a bittersweet reminder of what … Continue reading Rain

In the margins of existence, amidst the blank spaces that life presents, there lie the intricate textile of our souls – the scribbles of ourselves, of others, and the doodles that dance across the canvas of our days. Each stroke, each curve, a reflection of our innermost thoughts, a glimpse into the kaleidoscope of our emotions. In the symphony of ink and paper, we find the echoes of yesterday and today intertwined, a mosaic of memories and dreams, of hopes and fears. The lines we draw speak volumes, whispering secrets to those who care to listen, painting a portrait of … Continue reading Scribbles