Illumination

You have kept peace just out of reach, haven’t You? All my emotions are transient but this emptiness isn’t These hollows that surround me I hear Your echoes in it Fill me with your luminescence so it flows from my eyes and brightens this world a little so it rides in my voice and soothes…

In Time

Let your roots grow focus your assets on them Grow silently, but with resilience the soil is hard with stones and mud find your way around them Grow not to be seen, or applauded but for strengthening your core the deeper you go the stronger it will get nourishment that you’ve never had before Grow…

Look a little deeper

Look, you are a human do not get wary of connection Look, without feeling anything can you strip away your emotions? and look at those beings in their entirety? each is battling his own demons and putting on his own show Look deeper, there isn’t a heart without kindness Contempt is sowed, not inherent Do…

My Muse

Who is writing this? Have I a muse upon me or have I become one? My pen is fluttering away faster than my meager mind I feel like a blank note then where is this coming from? It feels like a narration I feel frantic yet I do not know about what my thoughts are…

Move on, on to the Truth

This pain will serve you It wont let you go on It wont let you go back With it, you will evolve With it, you will be reborn It will move you an orbit closer to the Core of your Being every time you peel off a layer every time you blossom a petal more…

Writing exists, so we can exceed our mortality, and tap into the Universe

“Writing, and reading, can be summarized as the act of taking an individual story and extrapolating the universal from it. Action and intrigue draws us in, but it’s the deeper, more human themes that make a story stick with us.” via Art Isn’t Anecdote — Discover

The White Flower

The day he gave me a white flower and wished upon me its beauty Beauty that makes it to the lover’s hair Beauty that makes a child squeal with delight The beauty in braveness of putting itself out there not knowing how long the bloom will last. The beauty of vulnerability of being plucked, of…

Living in the Greys

There is black, there is white, n then there is this enchanting Grey that keeps shifting its shades. It appears pretty later in life. When we are little, we get very well defined classifications of black n white from our parents in everything we do. There is seldom an in-between action that isn’t categorized as…

Words that Matter

I read my newsfeed. all of it. the quotes, the sad shares, ahadees everything. and i have realized that the impact of words has dimmed considerably. maybe because we share too much now. too many pictures, too many quotes, too often our sadness. though it makes us vulnerable but everyone needs a vent in this very…