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The Labyrinth of Language

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In the labyrinth of language, I find an escape, a strange dialect that I employ to lose myself. There are days when the world’s caffeine is but a drop in the ocean of my fatigue… I pen my thoughts to anyone who would listen. This is the act of externalizing, but where does the internal reside? The internal is a cacophony of silence, a canvas of pre-art, a cosmos brimming with pre-things awaiting their names. The internal is an identity that I have crafted. At times, I write to materialize the ineffable. No matter its nature, it can always be … Continue reading The Labyrinth of Language

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Saudade: A Fragrance of Memories

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In the quiet corners of our souls, where time weaves its delicate threads, there exists a scent—an elusive fragrance that defies the boundaries of the present. It is called saudade, a word whispered across languages, a yearning that transcends mere nostalgia. Have you ever inhaled its essence? Have you felt its bittersweet tendrils curl around your heart, pulling you back to moments long past? Picture this: a sun-drenched afternoon, the air heavy with the promise of summer. You stand by an open window, eyes half-closed, as if catching whispers from another lifetime. And there it is—the scent of saudade. It carries you … Continue reading Saudade: A Fragrance of Memories

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Drifting in the Tranquil Skies

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In the world of the ethereal, where I am lighter than air, I find my existence. A state of being so delicate, so weightless, that I could forever dwell in this sensation. It is a feeling that transcends the physical, seeping into the very essence of my soul, making me yearn for its eternal embrace. I find myself adrift in tranquil skies, a silent observer to the world below. The vast expanse of azure becomes my canvas, and I, a solitary dot against its magnificent backdrop. The serenity of the heavens is a balm to my weary spirit, a gentle … Continue reading Drifting in the Tranquil Skies

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Thirst for the Night Sky

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Beneath the vast canvas of the twilight sky, one’s soul awakens to a profound longing. It is not the closeness of whispered secrets, nor the meticulous dance of daily routines that we seek. Beyond the confines of our intricate lives, there is a yearning for the boundless—a thirst for the celestial embrace of the cosmos. As the sun dips below the horizon, painting the world in hues of fading gold, we find ourselves craving the grandeur that comes with the night. The stars, scattered like diamond dust across the black velvet of space, beckon to us with their silent songs … Continue reading Thirst for the Night Sky

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Love Settles In

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In the grand fabric of life, love weaves its own intricate pattern. It arrives exactly when it’s supposed to, not a moment too soon, not a second too late. It comes in like the tide, gentle and inevitable, filling the empty spaces, making itself at home. “Welcome,” we say, our hearts fluttering like butterflies, “make yourself comfortable.” Love settles in, wraps itself around us like a warm blanket on a cold night. It becomes a part of us, a part of our story, a part of our being. It fills our days with laughter, our nights with dreams, and our … Continue reading Love Settles In

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A Symphony of the Heart

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In the vast expanse of the cosmos, there exists a wonder. A wonder that is, that was, and that always will be. It is not bound by the constraints of time, nor does it bow to the laws of space. It is a constant, a beacon of light in the darkness, a whisper in the silence, a melody in the chaos. This wonder is the essence of life, the heartbeat of the universe. It is the spark that ignited the stars, the force that moves the planets. It is the breath of the wind, the roar of the sea, the … Continue reading A Symphony of the Heart

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A Blessing for Life and Love

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As the dawn breaks and the sun kisses the sky, may your tomorrows be blessed with the promise of new beginnings. May your routine, that comforting rhythm of life, be blessed too, but let it not become a chain that binds you. Seek the unfamiliar, the unexplored, and the unexpected. May your breaths be soft and gentle, a soothing balm to the years past. May they be a whisper of peace in the chaos, a quiet moment in the storm. May you not drown in the tumultuous sea of life, but rather learn to ride its waves with grace and … Continue reading A Blessing for Life and Love

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Passion vs. Fanaticism

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In the grand theater of life, two characters often take the stage – the ‘Passionate’ and the ‘Fanatic’. They may seem similar, but they are as different as day and night. The ‘Passionate’ is a vibrant soul, full of eagerness and earnestness. They are like a river, flowing freely, open to the twists and turns of life. Their passion is a flame that illuminates their path and the paths of others. They welcome questions, for they see them as opportunities to learn, to grow, to ignite sparks of understanding in the darkness of ignorance. On the other hand, the ‘Fanatic’ … Continue reading Passion vs. Fanaticism

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Rules

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Once upon a time, I was a prisoner of my own creation, bound by the chains of rules and regulations. I used to have rules about poetry, a world where words danced to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I counted in line, time, meter, and form, each syllable a steppingstone, each line a journey, each poem a universe unto itself. I was a puppeteer of language, fingering syllables and forking tongues, weaving tapestries of emotion and thought with the threads of words. I used to have rules about love, a labyrinth of do’s and don’ts that dictated the rhythm of … Continue reading Rules

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The Birth of Art in Adversity

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Art, my dear, is not a privilege bestowed upon the fortunate, nurtured in the cradle of affluence, nor is it the offspring of tender mothers and doting fathers. It is the phoenix that rises from the ashes of hardship, birthed in the narrow lanes of ghettos, in the heart of favelas, amidst the stark nakedness of poverty. Art does not discriminate. It does not segregate based on the color of one’s skin, the race they belong to, or the creed they adhere to. It is a generous spirit, a universal language that speaks to all, transcending man-made boundaries and biases. … Continue reading The Birth of Art in Adversity