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What do you need?

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He asked me what I needed, and I whispered softly, “Peace.” For too long, turmoil has raged within me, a never-ending civil war that has left me weary and worn. But in his gentle inquiry, I found a glimmer of hope, a chance for solace in the chaos. As I journey through life’s winding path, I yearn for the simplicity of a fulfilled existence. To understand the rhythm of the march, to embrace each day with the innocence of a child at play. Like an old farmer tending to his cattle, I seek to find peace in the gentle strum … Continue reading What do you need?

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Ocean

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I will make my bed in the ocean, where the waves caress me like a lover’s touch. It is a demonstration of helplessness, surrendering to the vast expanse of water that surrounds me. I offer my salt as sacrifice, knowing that growth is a daily practice, a journey of self-discovery and transformation. I am learning what it means to be a grain of sand, insignificant yet essential to the beauty of the beach. I spell out homonyms for love, words that hold different meanings but all lead back to the same feeling of connection and warmth. Like a song for … Continue reading Ocean

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Dear Universe

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In the tumultuous sea of human emotions and desires, I find myself adrift, lost in the storm of discontent that rages around me. But in the midst of this chaos, I turn to you, my beacon of hope and love, for guidance and solace. Like a child seeking comfort in the arms of a loving parent, I come to you with an open heart and a humble spirit, ready to receive the light of your love and the strength of your wisdom. In your presence, I find peace and clarity, a sense of purpose and direction that I could never … Continue reading Dear Universe

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Chaos of love

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In complete chaos, when the ground trembled beneath me, I found myself falling, landing unceremoniously on the floor. Yet, there was a strange comfort in that moment of vulnerability, sitting there, unsure of how to rise again. It was a metaphor for love, for life itself. I’m captivated by the simplicity of what’s easy to love, but my heart yearns for the challenge of loving deeply, recklessly. It’s a paradox, the easiest and hardest thing in the world, this act of loving. I embrace it, knowing that with love comes the inevitable pain, the bleeding of the heart that always … Continue reading Chaos of love

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Let me be your poem

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I am the wretched orange sky, a canvas painted with the hues of a dying sun, aching for the cool embrace of night. I am the thirsty desert ridge, yearning for the touch of rain to quench my parched soul. I could be your poem, a melody of words whispered in the wind, a symphony of emotions woven into the fabric of your being. I might be the rhyme to your reason, the missing piece to your puzzle, the answer to your unspoken questions. I am the frustration poured into your veins, the subtle ache that lingers in the depths … Continue reading Let me be your poem

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If we knew the last goodbye

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In the quiet threshold of fleeting moments, where time dances delicately on the edge of eternity, a profound realization settles like a gentle whisper in the heart. If only we could grasp the weight of finality in the fragile beauty of passing moments, we might hold tighter, love fiercer, and cherish deeper. If I knew that this is the last time you pass through this door, I would not let the moment slip away in the silent shadows of regret. I would reach out, embrace you with the tenderness of a thousand sunsets, imprinting the memory of your touch upon … Continue reading If we knew the last goodbye

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Love: a force cannot be tamed

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In the heart of the forest, I wandered aimlessly, losing myself amidst the towering trees that whispered secrets of the past. Each tree bore scars of our love, etched with our names like a map of memories. The birds above sang melodies that once brought me joy, but now only served as a painful reminder of what once was. As I ventured deeper into the shadows, a sliver of sunlight pierced through the canopy, illuminating my path. The darkness threatened to consume me, but I pressed on, knowing that the journey was worth the risk. Each step I took was … Continue reading Love: a force cannot be tamed

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War

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The rapid-fire bullet pierced the heavy morning air, shattering the tranquility of dawn. The dew-covered grass trembled under the weight of the violence that unfolded, a stark contrast to the fragile veil of night that still lingered. There was no beauty in the song of guns, no romance in the cacophony of destruction. It was the relentless march of inevitability, cutting through innocence and guilt alike. War, with its indiscriminate fury, was a scourge that could not be reasoned with or appeased. As the mortar shells exploded and the grenades echoed in the distance, I found myself enveloped in a … Continue reading War

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Music

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In life, each of us holds a unique instrument – our heart, our soul, our very essence. It is our duty, our calling, to compose new music with which to live. To let our hearts sing, to let our souls dance to the rhythm of our own creation. For those who choose silence, who stand on the sidelines of life, know that your heart will ache for the melodies it craves. The world will pass by, carrying with it the songs of joy and sorrow, of love and loss. Do not let the music slip through your fingers, do not … Continue reading Music

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3 am

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In the hushed embrace of 3 am, when the world slumbers and dreams dance in the shadows, an abandoned city whispers its secrets to the lonely soul wandering its empty streets. My heart, a restless wanderer in this desolate landscape, seeks solace in the silence, yet finds only echoes of its own longing. The streets, devoid of memories or traces of my existence, offer no comfort, no familiarity to cling to. This city, a silent sentinel of sorrow, cradles me in its melancholy embrace as the dawn approaches with a heavy heart. Everything and nothing converge in the stillness of … Continue reading 3 am