Tag: loss

  • The Chronos Paradox: A Requiem for Soul-Time

    The Chronos Paradox: A Requiem for Soul-Time

    ​A vast, contemplative journey into the heart of human longing, exploring the agonizing gap between the soul’s infinite yearning for understanding, connection, and creation, and the brutal scarcity of Chronos (linear time). This piece blends philosophy, deep spiritual reflection, and emotional reality, revealing how the deepest experiences—from profound empathy to artistic genesis—are perpetually betrayed by…

  • When Feelings Learn to Breathe Quietly

    When Feelings Learn to Breathe Quietly

    A deeply introspective free-verse poem about love, loss, and the quiet endurance of emotions that never truly leave us. It explores how feelings evolve — from raw ache to gentle rhythm — finding peace not in forgetting, but in remembering without pain. #FreeVersePoetry #EmotiveWriting #QuietHealing #UnspokenLove #PoetryOfTheSoul #InnerPeace #EmotionalJourney #HealingThroughWords #ResilientHeart #TimelessFeelings #Poetry #Feelings

  • The Taste of Forever: Salt and Silence

    The Taste of Forever: Salt and Silence

    A single grain of salt—so small, so harmless it seemed—yet it changed the flavor of life forever. In this long poetic journey, sweetness meets sorrow, love meets loss, and memory lingers like the aftertaste of something once perfect. There are times when not bitterness, but its absence, steals the taste of life. This is a…

  • What Would I Do If I Lost All My Possessions?: When Nothing Is Mine

    What Would I Do If I Lost All My Possessions?: When Nothing Is Mine

    What remains when all possessions vanish — tracing the quiet beauty, fear, and freedom that emerge from complete loss. Let’s unravel the meaning of ownership, identity, and inner awakening in the void of material things. #Poetry #Minimalism #Mindfulness #SelfDiscovery #SpiritualAwakening #LettingGo #PoeticReflection #InnerPeace #LifeLessons

  • The Weight of Words Unspoken

    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…

  • The Salt Between Us: My Most Memorable Vacation

    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…

  • Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

    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 /…

  • When Silence Speaks Louder

    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…

  • The Sink Still Drips (Grief Echoing Through Familiar Spaces)

    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…

  • Cartography of Broken Stars: Faultlines in My Blood #poetry

    Cartography of Broken Stars: Faultlines in My Blood #poetry

    The ground splits raw beneath me, a silent howl tearing the familiar into ruins. Words once tender become blades, slicing trust into irreparable mosaics. The chasm widens—love, laughter, dreams—all swallowed by an endless void, leaving behind only the bitter smoke of what was.