Welcome to my blog, a vibrant sense of poetry and prose, where the personal intertwines with the universal. Here, you’ll find a collection of reflections that capture the essence of my experiences, as well as the stories and emotions of those around me. My writing is not solely a mirror of my own life; rather, it is a lens through which I observe the world drawing inspiration from the people I encounter, the moments I witness, and the events that shape our collective existence.
In a four corners of the wall,
Her steps synchronize the clock on the wall.
Her heart is full, her wallet is empty
Her to-do list never end,
The blame is always her.
She's not enough, not even exact,
Sometimes she's being recognized more often not.
She's being exhausted, her coffee is cold,
She needed a break lo! she's broke.
I used to be happy with teardrops, A symphony of sorrow, a dance with the rain, I used to smile with every grieve, Finding beauty in he...