A reflective poem about choosing truth over comfort, and the solitude that comes with walking your own path.

A haunting poem exploring ego, identity, and inner surrender—titled "Ode to the Hunger That Wears My Name."

A haunting poem exploring ego, identity, and inner surrender—titled "Ode to the Hunger That Wears My Name."

Source When the lights go out, my friend, And darkness fills the sky; When all the stars are hid from view And no moon meets the eye; When the wind is still, my heart, And silence reigns supreme; When

Source The great divide, a chasm deep and wide A rift that separates, a wound that will not heal One side lush and green, the other dry and brown A land of plenty, a land of scarcity. On one side, the

Pixabay When the lights go out And the world falls dark We are left to face The fears that lurk in our hearts. In the silence and the shadows We find ourselves alone Struggling to find meaning In the chaos

PhotoSource How Far Have We Come In 2018, the crypto market saw a significant downturn, with many coins experiencing a significant drop in value. This was primarily due to a combination of factors such

The red letters seemed to jump off the page, taunting me with their finality. I sat at my desk, staring at the words that had been etched into my mind over the past few weeks. I had always been a writer,

Source It was a beautiful day, the kind that makes you feel alive and full of possibility. The sun was shining and the sky was a bright blue, with only a few fluffy clouds scattered here and there. I decided

Pixabay Life is a strange and bittersweet thing Filled with joy and sorrow, love and pain It's a constant push and pull, a dance of extremes A very sweet sad living, it seems. One moment we're soaring,

The idea of being able to live comfortably without worrying about money is appealing to almost everyone.

Pixabay Engulfed in blinding darkness, Reaching for a door to nowhere, Both eyes can not see, Yet mine soft and tender heart dreams. I have narrow faith, the size of a mustard seed, And I hope a little

As he approached, the dove flew away into the cloudy sky. That’s when she realized...

And the broken pieces, though graceful couldn't make out a flawless whole, let alone the ashes from a matyred dream.

I know management to be more of managing risks and expectations, and neither can be achieved unless solid plans are in place.

Nothing makes sense anymore.

I suddenly feel I'm becoming alienated from the very place I had my childhood, the one place I grew up as a kid. It's messed up...

neighbourhood reeks of dead memories, sunset tells a tale, a tale so forgotten in a diction so lost, emptiness roam the street..

Live your best life now because tomorrow isn’t promised,” used to be a quote that once found refuge in my heart...

People attach and people detach, and the sooner you come to terms with it, the quicker you break away from unproductivity...