writing
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Like the Moon
There’s something about the moon, A kind of magic that stirs the heart. It rises softly, casting a gentle glow across the world, Like a secret whispered in the stillness of the night. Continue reading
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Still Here
What does it really mean to “let go” of someone you love When they’re no longer here? Does it mean forgetting them? Erasing their memories? Never speaking their name again? Continue reading
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Earphones, More Than Just Sound
Earphones! A word so ordinary, so unremarkable, Yet woven deeply into the fabric of my life. Continue reading
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For I am touch-starved to death
Like a flower deprived of sunlight, I wither in the absence of touch. It’s a longing, deep-rooted and persistent, that gnaws at my soul— a hunger I’ve carried for years Continue reading
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Tirthan Valley, A Place To Be Wild And Free
Tirthan Valley, A place to be wild and free. A place to remember, eternally. Continue reading
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PHOTOGRAPHS Are Poetry
Photographs are poetry with lenses; a silent language that speaks volumes. Continue reading
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A Paradox of Being
In the quiet hours My pen finds its purpose A companion against the solitude. Continue reading
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The Tree House (Unfiltered)
Sitting here in this tree house, I see beautiful things all around me. But I can’t see the beauty inside. Continue reading
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A Writer’s Love
To be loved by a writer is said to be a privilege A muse immortalized in ink. And perhaps it is. Continue reading
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Unleashing Chaos Through Ink
I crave a pen that bleeds my mind, A torrent of thought, a hunger to find. Continue reading