L’amour ; un paradoxe éternel

L’amour est un paradoxe éternel, une danse entre le présent et l’éternité. Il ne se soucie pas de la durée, mais aspire à l’intensité de l’instant. Il embrasse la passion brûlante et la tendresse infinie, capturant chaque moment avec une intensité inégalée. Dans l’éclat d’un regard, dans le frôlement d’une caresse, l’amour trouve sa plénitude. Il transcende le temps, s’élevant au-dessus des horloges qui tictaquent et des calendriers qui s’effritent. Il est un feu ardent qui consume le présent, un lien intemporel tissé dans les étoiles de l’éternité. L’amour ne se contente pas de l’éphémère, il aspire à la pérennité, … Continue reading L’amour ; un paradoxe éternel

Her silence

Suspicious and uncomfortable in the silence, she sought refuge in the cacophony of her own thoughts. The voices inside her, relentless and unyielding, offered explanations and insights, yet failed to provide the solace she craved. The silence, pregnant with the weight of unspoken truths, was a source of anguish, for within it lay the echoes of her own unspoken fears and insecurities. To listen to the silence was to confront the unspoken parts of herself, the familiar ugliness and the unexpected virtues that had long been buried beneath the surface. These were facets of herself she had long sought to … Continue reading Her silence

Chlorophyll

Pour into me and be my chlorophyll so when the light of truth shines on us the grass will be greener on this side of love. I want to be your leaves and to feel the breeze of your kiss, cooling rain drops of your love. We shall grow together, intertwined like vines reaching for the sun. Your roots will connect with mine, drawing strength and nourishment from the earth. You will pour into me, becoming my chlorophyll, breathing life, and vitality into my being. And when the light of truth shines upon us, the grass will be greener on … Continue reading Chlorophyll

In the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening …

In the hush of the naked light, I beheld a sea of faces, countless souls adrift in the ebb and flow of existence. Ten thousand people, maybe more, their voices lost in the cacophony of life. Each one a solitary figure, lost in the crowd, speaking without words, hearing without truly listening. Their eyes, windows to the depths of their being, betrayed the silent yearning for connection, for understanding. Yet, amidst the noise and the chaos, their cries went unheard, their pleas unanswered. In the naked light, I witnessed the paradox of human existence – the struggle to be heard, … Continue reading In the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening …

Fly me to the moon …

Fly me to the moon, where the stars twinkle like a symphony of dreams, and the gentle embrace of the universe whispers secrets of the cosmos. Let me dance among the constellations, where spring blooms on Jupiter and Mars, painting the heavens with hues of celestial wonder. In other words, hold my hand, let our spirits intertwine like the celestial bodies that dance across the night sky. Darling, let your lips meet mine in a tender kiss, a melody that resonates through the expanse of time and space. Fill my heart with the sweet serenade of love, let it echo … Continue reading Fly me to the moon …

Voyage

The road to healing is a winding path, a journey through the labyrinth of the soul. There were days when the weight of the world pressed upon my chest, and the thought of rising seemed an insurmountable feat. In those moments of darkness, I felt the heavy cloak of solitude shroud my spirit, yet I held on, clinging to the fragile threads of hope. The world, in its enigmatic way, has a peculiar tenderness. If you but endure through the night, it will gently coax your eyes open to the promise of a new day. It may sound surreal, but … Continue reading Voyage

Freedom

The fear of being free, a paradoxical notion that lingers in the depths of our consciousness. It breeds pride in the comfort of enslavement, a safety in the familiar shadows of the cave. We have grown accustomed to the chains that bind us, finding solace in the certainty of our confinement. But as time passes, the facade begins to crumble, and the falsehood of our surroundings becomes painfully clear. We yearn to break free, to run, to soar into the boundless sky of liberty. Yet, the chains that hold us are not made of iron but of our own minds, … Continue reading Freedom

Do not blame me …

Do not blame me for my lack of rhyme, for my verses flow freely like a meandering river, unpredictable and wild. I am but a silly poet, a novice in the art of weaving words into perfect harmony. My lines may be obtuse, crooked, and unrefined, but they carry the weight of my emotions, untamed and unapologetic. I wander among the realms of mental songs and poems, my passion burning like a fierce flame in the depths of my being. My love is restless, constant, and unyielding, like a thunderstorm raging inside me. It cannot be contained or silenced, it … Continue reading Do not blame me …