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

There is a disembodied sadness, a phantom ache that lingers in the hollows of memory. It emerges from the chasm between having and not having, a silent lament for what once was and what now eludes our grasp. The presence of touch, once warm and intimate, has been bartered away, replaced by the presence of absence—a void that gnaws at the edges of our souls. How awful it is—the way time unravels our certainties, leaving us with frayed threads of longing. Sundays, those quiet interludes, become vessels for coffee and the art of not opening our eyes wide enough to meet the day’s gaze. We cocoon ourselves in half-slumber, shielding … Continue reading Echoes of Absence