The mind knows what the heart craves, but it’s not enough for my soul to take. Everyday I live my life in monotony, so that one day I can wake up in luxury. When I…
From the abyss of nothingness, spacetime unfolds.
the same whisper that stirs the heart of a stranger.
Here begins our journey— from the ruins of the absolute to the open horizon of the infinite.
A bridge that spans the distance, where souls can safely hide.
Time lingers in echoes, threading through past and promise. Yet the dawn stirs, not as an end, but a quiet uprising. Beneath the weight of yesterday, light fractures and spills forward an unspoken defiance, a tender beginning. In the hush before the world awakens, footsteps carve the path anew, resilience humming in their wake.
Time lingers in echoes, threading through past and promise. Yet the dawn stirs, not as an end, but a quiet uprising. Beneath the weight of yesterday, light fractures and spills forward an unspoken defiance, a tender beginning. In the hush before the world awakens, footsteps carve the path anew, resilience humming in their wake.
The hands he’s held have turned to dust, Yet onward still — because he must. The forever man.
Sometimes we get so caught up in complaining about life we forget about the basic luxuries we have. This poem can set our mind free by making us realize how privileged we are that most people didn’t have- freedom.
I grew up in a house, but never a home, …
It’s just something I quickly came up with. I thought it would be fun to share since it is a fun read if you love romance!
Walks the halls, paces the floor, and refuses to give you what is rightfully yours. Traps thier memories inside these walls, like a ghost chained and haunting. Never to move on, or forward, only frozen to what they remember.
Oh Lord Krishna! Thy life is full Of sacrifice and separation, Separation from mother and father, Just after thy birth in the dark prison, Separation from thy child companions, When thou left Vrandavan for Dwarika,…
The poem’s structure, with its consistent rhyme scheme and rhythm, adds to the sense of a journey through a tumultuous inner landscape. The repetition of themes like “the quest for self” and “the answer why” emphasizes the ongoing nature of this search and the desire for understanding and peace.
The poem’s structure, with its consistent rhyme scheme and rhythm, adds to the sense of a journey through a tumultuous inner landscape. The repetition of themes like “the quest for self” and “the answer why” emphasizes the ongoing nature of this search and the desire for understanding and peace.
