Shaping my Inner reality
Shaping my Inner reality
The stars were just being themselves. laughing, shining, being loud, being close, being many. they weren’t hurting anyone. they were just together. but the moon watched them, and something twisted inside. maybe it was loneliness. maybe it was fear of…
So… the god smiles, does he? Was it not enough? The children, the quiet graves, the red rivers? They say he is great. But great enough to ignore the blood? He still listens they say to hymns, to chants, to…
I wonder sometimes why I love the Nation I know it’s selfish, thinking of us, more than any other. I say it’s not love, but survival, where our heroes are spanned across the soil of legacy. I say it’s not…
Beneath her eyes I don’t know skin Just skin but there’s more Like paper, left out in the rain She wipes it but it stays Of course it does Wipe all you want Hope It’s just noise You hear it…
There was one without a flag walked barefoot, feeling the tremble in the earth long before the storm came. When the kings argued in marble halls, and the rebels shouted in cracked streets, this one sat beside the well where…
A bird cannot claim the sky if it has broken its wings. A river cannot whisper love while drowning the shore. What is the point of yearning when my hands have sown sorrow? When I plucked the fruit I was…
They forget they are their successors, yet never forget to criticize. They forgot to teach love but showed them how to divide. They forgot to teach ethics but never fail to speak against. They forgot to teach unity but never…
They ask me what I believe, and I tell them, I don’t know. But inside, I wonder— is there a storyteller? A voice that wrote the stars? Once, a child walked in the woods, hoping to hear the trees speak.…
A whisper in your ear A hidden truth or lie A warning you must hear Before you say goodbye Your past, present, future Your mind is always sure Your pain is self-inflicted Your logic is restricted You struggle to escape…
In an endless ocean, some see a captain steering the waves, others see the sea charting its own course. Some believe the stars speak of a navigator, others trust the currents’ silent guidance. Yet, often, they ignore the deep, silent…
I’ve met those who spurn Dreamers and wordsmiths. They label us as losers, Mere souls who smoke and write. They assume we scribble for excess time, No duties, no tasks to bind. But why do we wield the pen? We…
Leaves whispered their goodbyes, slender branches and trunks followed, a heavy thud as they touched the ground. The whole town felt the big machine, its roar slicing piece by piece, wood falling away. Now a bare tree stands, large bleeding…