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The Feast of Words

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In the quiet corners of the library, where the scent of aged paper lingered like a delicate perfume, there I found my sanctuary. The books, with their spines lined up like soldiers at attention, beckoned me to explore the worlds contained within their pages. I approached them with reverence, as one might approach the altar of knowledge, ready to partake in the sacred ritual of reading. I ate them like salad, crisp and refreshing, each page a leaf of lettuce bursting with the flavors of far-off lands and long-gone times. Books were my sandwich for lunch, layers of history and … Continue reading The Feast of Words

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It is not easy!

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Life, in its rawest form, is a tapestry woven with threads of trials and triumphs. It’s not easy, this intricate dance of existence. No, it’s a relentless ballet, where each step is earned, not given. Simplicity is a myth, a siren’s call that leads only to the shores of complacency. For nothing of value comes without its price—no joy without sacrifice, no victory without scraped knees and hearts worn thin. In this grand narrative, there are no scripted fairy tales, no predestined heroes to save the day. Instead, there are people—flesh and blood, with dreams as vast as the sky … Continue reading It is not easy!

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Yearning for My 30s

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I find myself yearning for the days of yore, for the vigor of my 30s, when the world seemed full of possibilities, ripe for change. It was a time when my heart was ablaze with the fire of ambition, and my arms strong enough to bear the weight of dreams. I long for that relentless drive, that insatiable desire to sculpt the very essence of the world, to leave an indelible mark upon the sands of time. I wish to recapture that fearless spirit, to stand once again tall against the gales of doubt, unflinching in the face of adversity. … Continue reading Yearning for My 30s

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A Plea for Acceptance

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In the mosaic of the human condition, each piece is a paradox, a blend of light and shadow. To love someone as they are it is to walk through a gallery of their soul, observing not just the art that basks in sunlight, but also the pieces that lurk in dim corners. It is to embrace the strange, peculiar character that dances between warmth and coldness, like a day that fluctuates between the caress of sunshine and the bite of frost. Love me as I am, for I am a tapestry of contradictions. In the loom of my being, the … Continue reading A Plea for Acceptance

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The Elegy of Unending Love

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In the quiet twilight of surrendered dreams, where the poetry of gaze fades into the mundane, love whispers its farewell. It is in the moment when windows lose their magic, becoming mere glass and frame, and the stars above are reduced to mere points of light, distant and cold. Love retreats, a silent deserter in the face of life’s relentless march, leaving behind the intervals of dreams—those brief escapes that punctuate our days and hours with fleeting respite. Love withers in the drought of recidivism aridity from within, a bond once supple now rigid, a captive thorn in the heart’s … Continue reading The Elegy of Unending Love

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The Poet’s Journey

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From the milk of my mother’s breast, a tender nourishment bestowed upon me, I emerged into this world—a vessel of life, a seeker of truth. The very essence of existence flowed through my veins, whispered secrets of ancient stars, and cradled my nascent soul. And then, the verses began—the delicate threads spun by the loom of my heart. Each word, a filament of longing, a filament of wonder. I wove them into tapestries of thought, embroidered with dreams and stitched with memories. They danced across the parchment, pirouetting in moonlight, their syllables like celestial notes. Prose, too, found its way … Continue reading The Poet’s Journey

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In my solitude

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In the quietude of the evening, there is a face that dips into the still waters of reflection, where amazement dissolves like sugar in tea, sweetening the depths of thought. It is a place where figures of speech break apart, their fragments floating away to form new means of communication. Eyes, bones, ears—each becomes unmoored, adrift in the liquid embrace of introspection. With a little more care, a touch more tenderness, one can reach the very bottom of being, touch the essence of self that lies uninhabited. Feet, senses, all that we are, unshackled from the gravity of the world … Continue reading In my solitude

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Lost and Found

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In the tender years of youth, when the world was large and time stretched like an endless horizon, I pondered the rituals of parting in the throes of love. The hallways of adolescence echoed with the clasp of hands and the silent vows in each farewell embrace, a testament to the fervent pulse of young hearts. Home was a different theater, where the language of love was spoken in the dialect of discord. Doors became the messengers of unspoken affection, their slams punctuating the air like exclamation marks, while the night cradled the search for something purer amidst the cacophony … Continue reading Lost and Found

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A Love Uncontained

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I am the hopeless romantic, a tangle of emotions, a messy canvas painted with longing. You, my dear, are the glass of something sweet—like a fine cabernet sauvignon that lingers on the tongue, leaving traces of warmth and desire. If archaeologists were to unearth my bones, they would find my heart—a crimson relic—still beating, fueled by the memory of you. It pulses within me, a rhythm that defies time and logic. How can mere mortals contain such intensity? The ocean stretches its azure arms, depths unknown, and the universe unfurls across light years. Yet, amidst cosmic vastness, we found each … Continue reading A Love Uncontained

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Honeyed Heaviness

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In the quietude of a rain-soaked afternoon, I found myself adrift—a wanderer returning to the shores of my own existence. The world blurred at the edges, and my gaze, once sharp, softened into a dreamy haze. Eyes glazed, I traced the contours of memory—the delicate etchings of moments half-forgotten. They swirled like watercolors on the canvas of my mind, each hue bleeding into the next. Faces, places, and fragments of emotion merged, creating a mosaic of longing. The floodgates opened, and I waded through the waters of retrospection. There, in the shallows, I glimpsed my reflection—an echo of who I … Continue reading Honeyed Heaviness