To be nice — is it not an act performed? An outward manifestation on a stage called society. Yet there’s more, so much beneath the surface, Beneath those smiles we offer to strangers. Niceity without courage fails in purpose, I stand here and I declare: It’s not enough just being kind; You…

I have always been a puzzle, A labyrinth of thoughts, with hidden corners And secret passageways that lead to the heart. You are too. We all are. We stumble through life, Searching for meaning in every piece – The colors and shapes swirling together like galaxies; Endless patterns within our reach…

In the beginning, there was the word — a phantom limb gesturing toward a horizon, I am tethered to this alphabet soup of ink and thought. You are here. In-between letters shaping our cacophony. A literary debut, they say: emergence from obscurity, an unveiling in chiaroscuro hues — a dance where…

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The Power of Words — I use words, you see, Not like a chisel or hammer But as light under the door, A sliver of hope cutting through our locked lives. Words are not simple symbols etched on paper. They transcend, they shatter glass ceilings Like X-rays piercing into matter unseen. Imagine those secrets that…

The only duty an artist has is in the quality of the art. — Breathe in, breathe out. In this relentless world I find my softness under the harsh sun. The barefoot trek of life scuffs and burns, Yet behold a shimmering sanctuary: Not made of bricks or mortar, but something more profound — art. You see it too; we bask beneath its healing…

Beyond the boundaries of a solitary self, within lurks an endless treasure, It is not such I can see or touch - but something far beyond measure. I have seen it, you know, The crackle of dawn on a field laden with mist and the sharp taste of salt in crisp sea…

Exists a realm pulsating with unsaid truths, Lives unseen beneath the guise of common view. I stand within its center — my story unfolding in silent waves. Never explain yourself to anyone, remember? Echos from that old sage Ali threading through time’s sinewy coil. Look here now! How you cleave silently…

You are more than your past mistakes, Your failed dreams don’t define you nor imprison your spirit. Never believe them when they say That freedom exists only beyond stone walls. Instead see yourself mirrored in every teardrop, Feel each heartbeat as proof of life’s steady pulse. The prison lies within us but…