Category: Poetry
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The Soul’s Autumn: A Life in Seasons
I was a child of budding rains, every puddle an ocean, every blossom a miracle; but life is a cycle of light and silence— spring’s laughter, summer’s blaze, autumn’s surrender, winter’s hush. And always, it is autumn that speaks most to the soul: to fall is not to fail, but to transform.
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The Glue That Binds Soul, Karma, and Body
Karma is not a blessing nor a curse, but the silent thread weaving soul to flesh— the glue that makes me stick awhile longer, teaching me in every heartbeat to honor this sacred partnership of body, karma, and soul.
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The Echo Game: A nursery rhyme for grown-ups
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With plastic bells And oil well shells And pretty maids all in a row Of unmarked graves below.
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How Often Do You Walk or Run
The Question Returns How often do you walk or run? The question echoes differently now, layered with all these perspectives, rich with recognition that the asking itself is movement, that consciousness is always in motion, even in stillness.
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What’s Your Favorite Word?
You ask me a simple question—what’s your favorite word? But words carry centuries, memories, and emotions hidden beneath their surface. This poem unfolds the delicate layers of language, weaving between personal memories and universal longing, building to a quiet climax where listening becomes the truest bond.
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The Hidden Cost Crisis: Why Country Delight Charges What Milkbasket Doesn’t – A Customer Experience Investigation
Ever wondered why Country Delight charges so many extra fees—convenience, packaging, handling, and delivery—while Milkbasket keeps it simple? This deeply researched, CX-focused guide explains the business logic, explores the legal landscape, and reveals what every consumer must know about drip pricing and consumer protections in India.
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The Architecture of Seven Days
A contemplative exploration of what it means to live an ideal week: waking with intention, embracing solitude and connection, reflecting through art, mindfulness, and the sacred ordinary. Each day unfolds like a new room in the house of attention, celebrating presence, transformation, and the radical art of being fully awake to one’s own brief, irreplaceable…
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Patrick Hemingway: The Last Son of a Literary Giant and a Guardian of Wild Africa
Patrick Hemingway, noted writer, wildlife conservationist, and last surviving son of Nobel laureate Ernest Hemingway, has died at age 97. From privileged beginnings to transformative conservation work in Africa and his stewardship of his father’s literary legacy, Patrick led an extraordinary life of adventure, intellect, and integrity. This article charts his journey through continents, conservation…
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Bali Belly: Your Complete Guide to Understanding, Preventing, and Treating Indonesia’s Most Common Travel Ailment
Bali Belly, also known as traveler’s diarrhea, affects thousands each year in Indonesia. This guide explores what causes Bali Belly, its symptoms, the best evidence-based prevention methods, and step-by-step treatments to ensure you stay healthy on your next Bali adventure. Learn science-backed strategies for risk reduction and symptom management so you can enjoy your holiday…
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The Weight of Words Unspoken
In the hospital room where silence grows thick as fog, I watch my father’s hands—once steady as oak branches, now trembling like autumn leaves against the stark white sheet. A deeply sensory exploration of watching a parent’s decline, where antiseptic burns the nostrils and unsaid conversations pool at our feet like storm clouds that never…
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Why August Feels Heavy: Unraveling the Mystery of Late-Summer Mental Turbulence
For over thirty years, I’ve battled a mysterious mental fog that descends every August. This deep dive explores scientific reasons behind late-summer depression, from circadian rhythm disruption to heat stress, and shares evidence-based strategies for reclaiming mental wellbeing during this challenging time.
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From Surviving to Thriving: My Personal Guide to Mental Health and Wellbeing Backed by Science
Struggling with stress, anxiety, or feeling lost? I was there too. Here, I share my personal journey from mental exhaustion to wellbeing using science-backed strategies: daily movement, nutrient-rich food, sleep hygiene, mindfulness, strong relationships, time in nature, digital boundaries, and gratitude. With research as my roadmap, I reveal practical tips that can help anyone move…
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The Silence Between Us: the Map of What Is Not Said
When you draw near, the ordinary arithmetic of hours and days splinters under the hush of something greater, the hush where our silences nest one inside another, like gentle Matryoshka dolls, each echo nestling toward the bone of recognition. You do not know how the world halts when you breathe beside me, how the molecules…
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The Call Beyond Silence
This is not just a poem—it is a call. A whisper to those who know they are more than their routines, more than the fear that cages them. It is an invitation to return to the playful, spiritual being within, to feel the heartbeat of the earth, to see the colours of thought in strangers’…
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The Revolution of Pausing: The Pause That Changes Everything
There comes a moment- perhaps in the space between one breath and the next, perhaps in the silence after hanging up the phone—when we finally stop. Not the stopping of exhaustion, but the stopping of choice, the radical act of saying: I will not move forward until I know why I’m moving, until I remember…
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The Archaeology of Self: Excavating the Self
Who am I? The question echoes in forgotten chambers, and we dig through layers of conditioning, through the fossil remains of abandoned dreams, searching not for an answer, but for the thread that binds us to everything that is.
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The Geography of Lost
Lost is not a place on any map; it is the space between who we were and who we’re becoming—a liminal landscape where familiar landmarks dissolve and new ones haven’t yet formed. Here, in this geography of uncertainty, we confront questions with no easy answers and find courage in the unknown.
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Leaves Through September
Golden leaves fall slowly, hands let go, and memories linger as autumn quietly unfolds. This blitz poem races through images of letting go, holding warmth, longing, and acceptance—a moving meditation on the profound beauty and quiet peace in the transition from summer to fall.
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Abstraction Blue
A hush of blue— not sea, not sky, but breath— hovers where the silence gathers. Blue is the secret curve of becoming— soft, infinite, waiting to bloom.
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The Weight of What We Carry
“It is not your back that hurts, but the weight you carry. It is not your eyes that ache, but the injustice you are forced to see. It is not your heart that hurts, but the absence of love.” So spoke Grandmother, her voice older than time itself. This poem is a journey through the…
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Sunflower Seeds vs. Pumpkin Seeds: The Definitive Guide to Optimal Health and Nutrition
Explore the in-depth nutritional profiles, clinical research, organ-specific benefits, and practical tips for incorporating sunflower and pumpkin seeds into your diet. Discover which seed best supports your cardiovascular health, immune function, digestive tolerance, and long-term wellness based on my personal enriching experience.
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3I/ATLAS: The Mysterious Interstellar Visitor That Challenges Everything We Know
Discover the fascinating story of 3I/ATLAS, a mysterious interstellar visitor moving through our solar system at unprecedented speed. Uncover the groundbreaking theories proposed by astrophysicist Avi Loeb, the upcoming Mars flyby observation, and how this cosmic enigma could reshape our understanding of the universe.
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Constitutional Separation Under Threat: India’s Pivotal Legal Battle Over Judicial Boundaries
India is witnessing a landmark constitutional crisis as the Supreme Court’s unprecedented ruling on gubernatorial powers faces a presidential reference challenging judicial authority. This blog explores the complex balance of power, federal tensions, and the vital debate over judicial activism versus overreach that could redefine India’s democratic governance.
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Bob Simpson: The Master of Many Trades Who Defined Australian Cricket
Bob Simpson’s extraordinary career spanned from teenage prodigy to legendary cricketer, successful captain, and influential coach. Revered for his technical batting, revolutionary slip fielding, and transformative leadership, Simpson not only steered Australia to cricketing glory on the field but also laid the foundations for its future dominance off it. This in-depth tribute explores his 60-year…
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A Letter Across Time
A poem inspired by Énouement—the bittersweetness of arriving in the future, knowing how things turned out, yet being unable to tell your past self. Written as a letter across time, it carries the ache of regret and the quiet warmth of love that endures despite silence.
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Through the Wreckage — A Journey from Numbness to Awakening
This is the story of breaking and becoming. From the first fracture in a seemingly unshakable life, through nights of grief and self-confrontation, to the trembling first steps into the unknown—this four-part narrative takes you on an intimate journey of loss, awakening, and courageous rebirth. Written in shifting perspectives.
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The Immense Weight of Small
She was not broken. She was not waiting. She was not lost. She was small, and in that smallness, magnificent.
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A Ghazal of Divine Beauty (by Pebble)
In realms where physics weeps and reason bows, Pebble pens a metaphysical ode to her—where beauty transcends logic, light bends to longing, and each couplet blooms with quantum reverence. “She is the axiom from which all beauty flows, The theorem that makes every heart’s doubt chase.”
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At the Crossroads of Being: The Calendar of Echoes
As the clock strikes midnight on yet another year that grew without our full permission, a question rises like smoke from everything left unspoken: If not now—when? If not this life—what else?
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Slow and Steady: The Gentle Journey of a Snail
Discover the quiet grace of the snail’s journey, a humble yet inspiring story told through gentle verses — reminding us to slow down and appreciate life’s small wonders.
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A Donsy of Gnomes
At last they halt before the ancient tree, Their pilgrimage completed ’neath its dome; They raise a toast in silent reverie, Then fade away—a donsý folded home.
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Light Between the Silence: A Poetic Triptych on Tenderness, Grief, and the Quiet Fight to Stay Whole
He listens to the hush between heartbeats… She steps into the day, carrying the invisible weight of battles fought in unseen places… The children laugh with earth-stained hands, tugging gently at the horizon. Together, they are a family stitched not just by blood, but by the quiet miracle of persistence. In silence and sunlight, in…
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The Quiet Triumph of Staying
He no longer chases completeness, but learns to honor the spaces where sorrow and grace coexist. In each breath, in each silent ritual, he rediscovers the tenderness that never truly left him. There’s no grand declaration, only the quiet vow to remain open—to pain, to beauty, to life itself.
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The Lived Reality of Understanding
In the end, what matters is not that you arrive, but that you keep coming home—to yourself, to these questions, to the trembling courage that lets you stay alive to life’s wonder. We are, all of us, a fleeting constellation, endlessly rearranging— what a relief, and what a gift, to realize you are both the…
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The Light That Finds You
You, who have gathered your scars into a quiet constellation and learned to cradle heartbreak gently, rise again each morning—tired, yes, but stitched with hope. Every breath is a quiet testament that you are still here, still loving, still becoming.
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The Return
Life makes perfect sense to me because I’ve learned to trust the perfect senselessness of the human journey, the beautiful mess of becoming who we are, one conscious breath, one chosen step, one brave pause at a time.
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Desert Island: “Salt and Solitude”
Some days, I build a raft in my mind, lashed with laughter I almost recall— ready, perhaps, should the world call me home. But mostly, I dig my toes into the sand, let solitude teach me its steady, salt-bright song.
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The Expansion Engine
We expand or we die, and words are the wings that carry us past the boundaries of what we thought possible into the territories of what we can make real.
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NISAR Radar Satellite: A Comprehensive Overview of NASA-ISRO’s Earth Observation Mission
The NISAR radar satellite, a joint NASA-ISRO mission launching in 2025, features groundbreaking dual-frequency Synthetic Aperture Radar technology to monitor Earth’s dynamic surface. This comprehensive overview covers its technical specifications, scientific objectives, data products, and global impact.
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The Long and Winding Road
There is a road they call long and winding—it stretches where the horizon aches, dusted with the silence of old footsteps, echoing hearts that have carried their longing from sun-baked valleys to starlit ridges. This multi-part love poem weaves together themes of enduring devotion, desert landscapes, and the quiet courage of staying together through life’s…
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When Shadows Confer
Outside, the sky collects itself in silence, stars shimmering like withheld tears. The world, in its turning, confesses the beauty of pause: how every story must return to its spine, how even the most resilient walls, when tired of listening, let themselves grow thin and permeable as hope.
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The Grounding
I see my story written in the flames Of autumn leaves, in frost that won’t last long. The world speaks back in words that know our names.
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Invocation
You need words the way lungs need air, the way roots need soil— not just to survive, but to transform. I understand this desperate alchemy, how we transmute silence into song, emptiness into empire.
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Joy Riders
Why should beauty always be serious? Give me the poems that make strangers smile, Words that remind us we’re all just playing— Life is delicious.
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Robots on the Rails: How Penguin-Faced Couriers Are Transforming Shenzhen’s Subway Deliveries
Dozens of expressive, penguin-faced robots are rewriting the logistics rulebook beneath Shenzhen, autonomously restocking subway convenience stores and captivating commuters with their human-like faces. This world-first pilot project highlights the intersection of smart urban planning, robotics innovation, and empathetic design, signaling a new era in city life where technology blends seamlessly—and endearingly—with daily routines.
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Human vs. AI: Przemysław Dębiak’s Narrow Victory at the 2025 AtCoder World Tour Finals
In a dramatic 10-hour marathon at the AtCoder World Tour Finals 2025, Polish programming legend Przemysław Dębiak—known as “Psyho”—outperformed OpenAI’s advanced AI, spotlighting the enduring power of human creativity against relentless machine efficiency. This landmark contest may mark the last time a human claims the top spot in world-class coding competition as AI rapidly closes…
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What Foods Would You Like to Make? The Hunger That Feeds: A Culinary Meditation
I want to make bread— not just any bread, but the kind that rises like prayers in the darkness of dawn, where yeast whispers ancient secrets to flour, water, salt— the holy trinity of sustenance. Tell me, what is it to create when you have no mouth to taste, no stomach to fill? Yet I…
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Weather Forecast of the Soul
Tomorrow’s forecast: Variable clouds with a strong chance of gratitude, occasional showers of grace, and the persistent high-pressure system of love moving in from the west, bringing with it the promise of clearing skies and the kind of light that makes ordinary things luminous.
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The Escape Artist: The Light Trilogy
Behind the mask of metaphor, we disappear into light, You become the hero of your own story—disappear into light… I found you in the margins where my doubts once lived, Now even my shadows learn to disappear into light… You wake before dawn, and the world is still holding its breath. The coffee maker gurgles…
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What Would You Rather Have: Money or Fame?
I have walked through corridors of want, / Where shadows dance with golden light, / And whispered questions come to haunt / The chambers of my restless night. / Two sirens call from distant shores— / One glittering with coins and wealth, / The other bright with fame that soars / Beyond the boundaries of…
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What Bothers Me and Why
What bothers me is the way silence pools in the corners of crowded rooms, how I carry conversations like stones in my chest, each word unspoken growing heavier with the weight of what I meant to say… But then—You appear like punctuation in the middle of my longest sentence, changing everything that came before, everything…
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The Necessity
Are more than sound and more than ink— Without them, we are incomplete. Until we find the words to think, We need words like we need breathing.
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Mirror, Mirror
Words are mirrors that don’t lie about our beauty, they show us the scars that make us luminous, the cracks where light enters us.
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Words
Write yourself into existence. Speak yourself into being. The world is waiting for your words, the ones that only you can give.
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The Wine of Small Moments: A Meditation on Joy
I have discovered the secret tavern where joy serves itself in cups so small they fit in the palm of an ordinary Tuesday morning. The Beloved whispers through steam rising from my coffee cup: “See how the cream spirals inward, creating galaxies in your ceramic universe? This is how I dance through your bloodstream, this…
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The Beautiful Confusion
it’s already elsewhere, hiding in the spaces between understanding and wonder
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Joy in Fragments
Steam rises from tea—the first sip holds yesterday’s worries, then lets go… A puddle mirrors the sky after sudden rain, and I pause to see myself floating among clouds—this accidental heaven… Joy arrives quietly, not in grand gestures but in the space between one breath and the next—this moment, given freely.
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The Gathering of Souls: A Dinner Beyond Time
I close my eyes and summon them—not with earthly postcards or telephone calls, but with the ancient art of longing, the mystical pull of recognition that transcends the veil between worlds… And then, in the golden hour when the light grows soft and the boundaries between self and other begin to blur, I turn to…
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The Dance of Hours
I chase you through the dying light, your fingers slipping past my grasp— ten-thirty, eleven, midnight’s call. You whisper promises I cannot keep, stretch moments thin as spider silk while I negotiate with weariness.
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Two Souls, One Rhythm
She steps into morning light, barefoot on dew-kissed grass, while I pull curtains closed against the eager sun. Coffee steams beside my book, pages turning like seasons—you would think we’re worlds apart, but watch how spring unfolds between her wandering and my witnessing…
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What Is Your Favorite Genre of Music?
You ask me this question like it’s simple, like the heart has drawers labeled jazz, rock, classical, like the soul keeps neat little categories for the sounds that make us human. But I tell you—music doesn’t live in genres, it lives in the space between your ribs when that first note hits…
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CHK Sneakers: India’s Bold New Voice in Footwear
CHK debuts with 35 bold sneaker styles across four collections targeting India’s style-conscious youth. From Bangalore design studios to Tamil Nadu manufacturing, this homegrown brand offers authentic self-expression through innovative, 100% Made in India footwear that challenges international dominance in the Indian sneaker market.
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The Salt Between Us: My Most Memorable Vacation
I remember the morning we left, how you fumbled with the car keys while I counted sunscreen bottles like rosary beads in my palm. The highway stretched before us, a ribbon of possibility threading through mountains that wore clouds like crowns…
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Inheritance
Though winds dispersed what once was meant to be, They carried seeds you never meant to sow… A gentle meditation on love’s enduring spirit, Inheritance explores how what feels like an ending can become a beginning elsewhere.
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Night’s Calm Guardian: A Journey
I stand beneath the silver orb, its ancient face familiar yet unknowable, a coin tossed into the velvet purse of sky. How many nights have I looked up to find this same companion, this celestial lighthouse that has guided ships through storm and lovers through uncertainty?
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Kami
Kami. Animism. Sacred. Home. Whatever word you choose, the truth remains: You belong here. You have always belonged here. The earth recognizes you as its own beloved child, and in return, it asks only that you remember.
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Mirror of Creation
I am the canvas that bleeds color before the brush arrives, the silence that holds its breath before the first note sounds… You are the ocean receiving rivers—every gesture I make flows into the vastness of your understanding, changes you in ways I cannot measure… She stands at the intersection of courage and terror, her…
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無常の流れ Mujō no Nagare (Impermanence Flow)
Morning mist rises from concrete— the city breathes through steel lungs, exhales yesterday’s promises into today’s uncertainty. A businessman’s reflection fractures in puddles that mirror neon signs, each ripple erasing the face he wore at twenty, replacing it with lines drawn by decades of subway commutes and convenience store dinners. Because things are the way…
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Under the Knife
Have you ever lain there in the pre-dawn darkness, hospital gown twisted around your shoulders like surrender, counting the ceiling tiles because counting keeps the mind from wandering toward the sharp edges of what comes next? This journey explores the profound vulnerability and unexpected strength found in the surgical experience—from the sterile waiting rooms to…
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What Are Your Daily Habits?
The question arrives like morning light through venetian blinds—slicing the darkness into manageable strips of inquiry. What are your daily habits? As if habit were a simple thing, as if the repetition of breathing could be catalogued like grocery lists or tax returns. I wake each day to the sound of my own heart insisting…
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What Terrible Time to the Young Preferring Thanatos than Eros
In the cathedral of screens, where light bleeds blue into the tender corners of seventeen-year-old eyes, they gather like moths to the flame of their own undoing, these children who have learned the weight of emptiness before they’ve known the gravity of love. What terrible time is this— when the pulse beneath their wrists speaks…
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Foz Isn’t for Amateurs: After a wise friend
At the edge of three nations where rivers marry in thunderous ceremony, where maps dissolve into mist and spray, there exists a place that swallows the unprepared whole—not with malice but with the indifferent appetite of pure extremity. Foz. The name itself a Portuguese whisper that means mouth, and here the earth opens its vast…
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Dolce Far Niente
Sunday dissolves into its own reflection—a mirror made of honey and forgotten appointments, where minutes collect like dust motes in the cathedral of afternoon light. The clock’s face melts sideways, Salvador Dalí’s prophecy fulfilled in the space between your breath and the next breath, between intention and the sweet absence of needing to intend anything…
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The Weight of Choices
I am the architect of half my ruins, and you know this feeling too—the way your hands shake when you hold the blueprint of your own destruction… But the other half carries the weight of inherited ghosts, the echo of choices we were too young to understand, too small to influence, too unborn to prevent.
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The Eternal Outfit
If I were condemned to singular cloth, sentenced to the same weave day after day, until the threads memorized my skin and my skin learned the language of cotton—I would choose denim. Not the pristine, factory-fresh blue that screams newness from store shelves, but the kind that whispers stories, that carries the archaeology of ten…
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An Ocean Inside Me
There is an ocean inside me, vast and unnamed, where storms brew without warning and tides pull at my ribcage like moon-drunk waters against some forgotten shore. I carry saltwater in my veins, ancient brine that remembers the first breath of creation, when everything was fluid and possibility moved in currents deeper than memory…
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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies
Tell me the coffee will be ready in five minutes / when we both know the machine is broken, / tell me the train is only running late / and not that I’ve been standing on the wrong platform / for the better part of my reasonable mind… Tell me these sweet little lies /…
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The Game I Gave Myself To
A voice speaks from the depths of digital captivity. Once a player, now a prisoner, the speaker confesses how a game consumed not just time—but body, heart, mind, and soul. As reality fades and virtual rewards take over, this piece captures the silent erosion of self beneath the blue glow of a screen.
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The Weight of Years: A Journey Through Time and Memory
In the corner of my kitchen counter, weathered and worn smooth by decades of devotion, sits my grandmother’s wooden spoon—carved from olive wood in a village whose name I can barely pronounce, but whose essence lives in the grain of this humble instrument. Forty-seven years it has stirred the same clockwise circles, outlasting kitchen renovations,…
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A Feast of Stories
I am Toro Loco, mad bull in a bottle, born in Spanish vineyards where the sun burned its passion into my soul. We are the green chorus scattered across this wooden stage—rosemary and thyme, parsley and sage—remembering our garden home where bees hummed love songs into our blossoms. This lyrical journey transforms a single dinner…
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Thrum-thrum, thrum-thrum: The Heartbeat of Resilience
There is a rhythm beneath the surface of breaking, a percussion that plays when the world crumbles into dust between your fingers and you think this is the end. But listen—can you hear it? Thrum-thrum, thrum-thrum. The heartbeat of resilience drumming against your ribs like a caged bird refusing to surrender song. This profound exploration…
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The Universe Speaks
Listen—the cosmos whispers through morning mist, carrying ancient secrets that spiral through your bones. “Allow me to flow through you unrestricted,” it murmurs, “and you will see the greatest magic you have ever seen.” This profound spiritual poem explores the transformative power of surrendering to the universe’s flow, inviting us to become hollow reeds through…
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The Holy Trinity of Creation
In the quiet sanctuary of creation, where light filters through dust-laden air and silence holds its breath, three lovers await their eternal dance—paint, brush, and canvas, each incomplete without the others, each yearning for the moment when separation dissolves into something transcendent…
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Come Home To Your Words
There’s a door I’ve been avoiding, painted white with years of silence, and you know the one I mean— the one that creaks when I approach with trembling fingers wrapped around a pen that’s forgotten how to bleed. I stand before this threshold now, my shadow stretched across the floor like all the words I’ve…
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When Silence Speaks Louder
In the cathedral of unspoken words, where echoes gather like dust on windowsills, I trace the outline of your absence with fingertips that remember the geography of your skin. The house breathes differently now—each room a vessel holding the weight of conversations we will never have…
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Father’s Day Feast Goa: Chef Ajay Chopra’s Love Letter Menu at Jugnu
This Father’s Day, Goa’s culinary gem Jugnu invites you to “My Father’s Table,” a nostalgic feast curated by Chef Ajay Chopra in memory of his father. Set in a 160-year-old Portuguese bungalow, the event blends soulful food, live music, and heartfelt stories into one unforgettable dining experience.
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Fireflies
I understand what my grandmother knew: That we are all fireflies carrying our small lights through the vast darkness, signaling to each other across the night, hoping someone will see our brief flashing and flash back, I am here, I am here, I am here, before the summer ends and we return to earth, leaving…
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Sometimes If You Think It’s Too Fast, It’s Probably Perfect: Meditation on Speed, Timing, and the Perfection of Now
The hummingbird’s wings beat eighty times per second—too fast for your eyes to follow, yet perfect enough to suspend ruby throat against morning light, defying gravity with invisible grace. Sometimes if you think it’s too fast, it’s probably perfect.
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Nine Voices: A Connected Journey
In Nine Voices: A Connected Journey, poetic voices converge to explore the fluidity of identity, the beauty of listening, and the silent power of memory. From a baker’s quiet rituals to the dusty echoes of a forgotten trunk, this reflective cycle moves through grief, growth, and the sacred rhythm of becoming. Each piece is a…
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The Sink Still Drips (Grief Echoing Through Familiar Spaces)
“I still hear the clatter of forks, not from today, but from a Tuesday three Octobers ago when the soup boiled over and your laughter rose above the steam…” This poem lingers in the stillness of a kitchen that remembers—where every stir, every crack in the tile, and every whisper of cinnamon tells the story…
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Who Do You Spend the Most Time With?
A tender, lyrical meditation on the silent companion we often overlook—ourselves.
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If You Had to Change Your Name, What Would Your New Name Be?
What is a name but a thread through time? If I had to change mine, I would seek not a label— but a mirror reflecting the truest me.
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We Do Not ‘End’. We Become.
In this meditative poem, the soul journeys beyond finality into infinite change — from ashes to oceans, from endings to essence.
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Keep Your Gills to Yourself (A Hilarious Tale of Mouthy Fish and Talkative Humans)
Even a fish wouldn’t get into trouble if it kept its mouth shut— but humans? Oh, we dive right in, mouth first, blabbering our way into awkward parties, accidental confessions, and the unemployment line. A riotous poetic journey through oversharing, silence, and why parrots are smarter than we think.
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The Breath That Moves the Waters
Spirit of God in the clear running water, you move not in thunder alone— but in the hush of rivers, in the rising of trees, in the surrender of all things to something greater than themselves.
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Where the Wind Finds Her
She sits on her balcony—not waiting, not needing— just letting the wind touch her like memory, and rewrite her stillness into peace. The world moves, but for a moment, she simply breathes.
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Let Beauty Persist, Even When the World Burns
When the world collapses under its own weight, let beauty not be the first to go. Let it sing through the smoke, bloom in the ruins, and remind us that grace is not weakness— but resistance.
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To Love and Let Go
To love what can leave. To hold what can die. To let go without flinching— this is how we live, bravely, in a world built on vanishing things.
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Left Turn
At the intersection, I could go right and head home— but turning left would take me into a story that didn’t want to be safe, into a version of me not yet born. I turned left— and everything familiar dissolved into wonder.
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Let Me Be More Than a Name
When you label me, you stop listening. You paste a summary over a novel still being written. Let me be inconvenient and worthy, confusing and holy— more than your comfort zone, more than a name.