The Wandering Soul

And me… I travel the old roads again and again, wearing a different life. In the quiet of dawn, when the world still slumbers, I become a wanderer. The ancient paths, etched by time and memory, beckon me. Each step is a whisper—a conversation with the ghosts of yesteryears. The cobblestones remember my footfalls, though they’ve crumbled and shifted. The gnarled oaks stretch their branches, as if reaching for secrets hidden in their leaves. The sun, rising like a golden lantern, casts shadows that dance with forgotten tales. I wear different skins—sometimes a weary traveler, sometimes a starry-eyed dreamer. My … Continue reading The Wandering Soul

Eternal Light: A Symphony of Emotions

I am the myriad threads of emotion and being. On some days, I am the gentle caress of a cool morning’s mist, enveloping the world in a tender embrace, infusing every leaf and petal with the energy of love. Yet, on others, I transform into a tempestuous rainstorm, my tears cascading down in torrents, flooding the earth with the intensity of my presence. There are moments when I am the sudden flash of lightning, a brilliant streak across the sky, electrified and pulsating with a devotion so profound it leaves me trembling. And then, I become the roar of thunder, … Continue reading Eternal Light: A Symphony of Emotions

Passion vs. Fanaticism

In the grand theater of life, two characters often take the stage – the ‘Passionate’ and the ‘Fanatic’. They may seem similar, but they are as different as day and night. The ‘Passionate’ is a vibrant soul, full of eagerness and earnestness. They are like a river, flowing freely, open to the twists and turns of life. Their passion is a flame that illuminates their path and the paths of others. They welcome questions, for they see them as opportunities to learn, to grow, to ignite sparks of understanding in the darkness of ignorance. On the other hand, the ‘Fanatic’ … Continue reading Passion vs. Fanaticism

The Ephemeral Echoes of Existence

It’s about the insignificance of being, the humility of existence. It’s about the mesmerizing sight of train tracks, shimmering like molten gold under the midday sun, stretching into the horizon, leading you on a journey to an unknown destination, perhaps home. It’s about the fluidity of self, the blurring of physical boundaries, the softening of facial features, the fading of smiles. It’s about the void left behind, a human-shaped absence, a lingering laughter echoing against the walls, an unoccupied chair in the corner, a silent testament to your presence. It’s about the realm of dreams where daylight is a forgotten … Continue reading The Ephemeral Echoes of Existence

Embracing Life’s Uncertainties

Who are you, little seed, to fathom the vast expanse of your tomorrows? How audacious it is to set your sights based solely on a bleak forecast. Are you not aware that the world viewed from a gray window is but a monochrome reflection of reality? What temerity it is to renounce the divine guidance of your journey, promising yourself only the sorrows of forthcoming seasons. Who are you to chart the course of life when you exist but to falter and learn? The deep roots are well-acquainted with the shadows, yet they draw sustenance from the light that filters … Continue reading Embracing Life’s Uncertainties

The Poetry Is My Faith, Love My Guide

My faith is my compass, guiding me through the labyrinth of life. It is not a faith bound by dogmas or doctrines, but one that finds its essence in the written word. I immerse myself in the ocean of poetry, letting the rhythmic waves cleanse my soul of its many sorrows. Each verse, each line, each word, is a droplet that washes away the dust of despair that clings to my spirit. The poems I read are not mere collections of words, but lighthouses that illuminate the dark corners of my mind, banishing the shadows of fear that lurk within. … Continue reading The Poetry Is My Faith, Love My Guide

A Tribute to the Unspoken Heroes

There exist souls who communicate not through the spoken word, but through the silent language of their eyes. Their gazes, profound and eloquent, speak volumes, whispering secrets that words often fail to capture. They are the ones who, in the warmth of their embrace, reveal more than a thousand words ever could. Their hugs, a sanctuary of unspoken confessions, resonate with the rhythm of their hearts. There are those who weave beauty into the fabric of their sentences, stitching together fragments of thoughts and emotions with the delicate thread of their words. They are the poets of everyday life, their … Continue reading A Tribute to the Unspoken Heroes

Eternal Connections

I shall not utter the words of parting, for where could I venture where your essence does not permeate? We are not two entities divided, but rather, we are the dual manifestations of the same cosmic intellect, evolving in harmony. Wherever you wage your battles, know that I am there beside you, my spirit echoing your every move. Wherever your heart finds solace, mine too, finds peace. In moments of tranquility, you plunge into the profound depths of stillness, a serene ocean where the purest fragment of my being resides. Our journeys may trace divergent paths across the vast expanse … Continue reading Eternal Connections

Full of Soul

In a world that craved my sight, they wished for me to be sightless. They yearned for the allure of my eyes yet desired them to be blind to the truths that lay bare before them. They sought the beauty of my gaze, but not the vision that came with it. They admired the fullness of my lips but recoiled at the weight of the words they formed. They longed for the softness of my speech yet shunned the hard truths that slipped from my tongue. They wanted the whispers of sweet nothings, but not the roar of political discourse. … Continue reading Full of Soul

The Unyielding Persistence of Love

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, I scattered the essence of my being, my soul, like stardust strewn across the galaxy. I cast my heart, the core of my emotions, into the depths of the sea, surrendering it to the ebb and flow of the tides. I sought refuge within myself, hiding in the labyrinth of my thoughts and feelings, yet Love, with its relentless pursuit, found its way back to me. I have voiced a symphony of battle cries, each note echoing my courage and determination. I have unleashed a torrent of screams, each one a testament to … Continue reading The Unyielding Persistence of Love