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Rules

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Once upon a time, I was a prisoner of my own creation, bound by the chains of rules and regulations. I used to have rules about poetry, a world where words danced to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I counted in line, time, meter, and form, each syllable a steppingstone, each line a journey, each poem a universe unto itself. I was a puppeteer of language, fingering syllables and forking tongues, weaving tapestries of emotion and thought with the threads of words. I used to have rules about love, a labyrinth of do’s and don’ts that dictated the rhythm of … Continue reading Rules

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The Imprints of Human Connection

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I want to write about the language of touch, the silent conversations held in the clasp of hands, the secrets whispered through fingertips. I want to write about the way a mother’s hand can soothe a child, the way a lover’s touch can ignite a spark, the way a friend’s comforting pat can ease a burden. I want to write about the domestic dance of marriage, the rhythm of routine, the melody of shared moments. I want to explore the growing void that can creep into the most intimate of spaces, the separate beds in a shared room, the unspoken … Continue reading The Imprints of Human Connection

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A Beautiful Song Called Love

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There comes a moment in your life when you cross paths with a soul that defies comprehension. Their essence, their actions, their very being, seem to dance to a rhythm that eludes your understanding. Yet, you find yourself irresistibly drawn into their orbit, captivated by the enigma they present. You find yourself pondering over the intricacies of their existence. How does the breath of life flow through them? Does their laughter echo down the hallways of time, leaving a trail of joy in its wake? How do they traverse the journey of life, one step at a time? What scent … Continue reading A Beautiful Song Called Love

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When Love Becomes a Memory

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Love ends when poetry surrenders its ink to the fading light of eyes. It retreats, like a weary traveler, from the once vibrant gaze that held galaxies within its depths. The verses, once woven with stardust, unravel into whispers lost in the wind. Windows, once portals to shared sunsets and whispered secrets, now stand as mere frames—cold, transparent barriers. The stars, once constellations of promises, shrink into distant dots, their luminance dimmed by the passage of time. Dreams, once bridges between our waking hours, now carve an empty space—an interval where longing echoes. The warmth of touch becomes a memory, … Continue reading When Love Becomes a Memory

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Our Spirit Is Childlike Regardless of Years

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Our spirit, that intangible flame within, defies the chains of time. It dances, ageless and unyielding, across the years. Like a playful sunbeam, it weaves through the fabric of our existence, igniting wonder in the crevices of our hearts. Childlike, it remains—curious eyes that seek the magic in dew-kissed mornings, unfettered laughter that echoes through meadows, and innocence that knows no cynicism. The years may etch lines upon our skin, but the spirit, oh, the spirit remains untamed. In the twilight of life, when the sun dips low, our spirit still skips, hand in hand with memories. It collects pebbles … Continue reading Our Spirit Is Childlike Regardless of Years

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The Poet’s Promise

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At night and the soft patter of rain, there exists a poet – an alchemist of lexicon, a weaver of dreams. Yes, a poet whose essence is distilled into words that burn with fervor, that ache with longing, and that mourn for what once was. This poet is an embodiment of stories untold, of voyages across the vast landscapes of imagination, and of all that is forever sought but never quite found. Like the relentless ocean waves driven by the tempest’s breath, the poet’s spirit surges toward the shores of expression, each word a crest rising higher, each verse a … Continue reading The Poet’s Promise

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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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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

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Chronicles of the Soul

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My soul is a weathered manuscript, its pages etched by the gusts of wind that sweep through my existence. Each breeze carries whispers of forgotten moments, inscribing them upon the parchment of my being. Burnt tastebuds tell tales of hastily sipped coffee, scalding my tongue as I grapple with life’s complexities. The bitterness lingers, a reminder that even pleasure can scorch if consumed too swiftly. Chapped fingers, roughened by time and labor, trace the contours of memory. They brush against the edges of joy and sorrow, leaving imprints like ancient runes. These hands have held both love and loss, cradling … Continue reading Chronicles of the Soul