My Childhood

In the cradle of scarcity, where luxury was but a distant dream, I first opened my eyes. The world around me was a tapestry of humble beginnings, woven with the threads of hardship and the unyielding spirit of survival. Yet, in this place where affluence was scarce, I found an abundance of something far more precious—dignity. I grew up in the alleys of want, where every day was a testament to endurance. The walls of my home, though frail and weathered, stood firm like the resolve in my heart. I was taught early that the measure of a person is … Continue reading My Childhood

Poet’s soul

In the boundless expanse of existence, I am without form, without limit. Beyond the confines of space, beyond the constraints of time, I transcend, I expand. I am in everything, and everything finds its dwelling within me. I am the whisper of the wind, the dance of the leaves, the gentle caress of the waves upon the shore. I am the vibrant hues of the sunset, the mystique of the starlit night. I am the essence of life, the pulse of creation, the symphony of the cosmos. I am the bliss that permeates the universe, an eternal melody echoing through … Continue reading Poet’s soul