. I wanted to worship.I stepped into an experience—fractured, crawling,wounded beneath the music They stood while I sat,their eyes closed in reverence.Mine stayed open. I feared id cry if I closed And then I saw them—white and orange flagsrising,…
It took years to write this story. Each attempt was met with resistance—my hands refused to move, my fingers locked in hesitation, and my heart throbbed with uncomfortable beats. I’d start, then find myself distracted, searching for a glass of…
A guava tree is green outside when raw and can still be green or yellow when it’s ripe, you see we can’t question the wisdom of creation like a watermelon is always green outside but the inside is red. The…
Writing articles is an art that demands a certain level of sanity, which I believe I have not yet achieved. Although I would usually journal in my book, I lacked the courage to share my thoughts here. Many things can…
I am not back to love poems im still on holiday but Jeez , It still sends shivers down my spine it comes in many forms like sea waves,like a huge anxiety he still puzzles my eyes like a puzzle…
Meeting you was no coincidence rather unplanned incidence knowing you was diligence minus the manual of evidence with a single spark our story began chapters beautifully woven and slowly a book was taking shape with a vision of calling it…
i know you dont relate especially with poetry what does rhyme and rhythm have to do. with your very groomed self life so busy with deadlines to hit and boses to impress. until you lose a love, until your hearts…
Everyday it pains less i and im afraid of when it wont pain anymore. i sometimes crave the pain because it meant i cared now im losing it to a force stronger than i. The will to breath gain. That…
We don’t want to judge wrong, so we are listening but the guys you sent to represent you, the ones you said would speak on your behalf, they’re failing you; their script is jumbled up they started without an end…
Have you ever heard of the ancient saying, “even an old train stops someday “? It’s meant to sound like a lot of work making jack a dull boy. But my train didn’t even stop. It stalled; the driver took…