An unwritten archive of triumphs and scars, Etched in red ink under flickering stars, In the heavy, deep silence of rooms left behind, Lies the battleground history of mapping the mind. From the rigid old desks and the textbooks of old, Where authority ruled and obedience was told, To the hyper-connected, fierce digital age, A chaotic frontier now unfolds on the stage. We stand as the bridge, though we're fraying and thin, To shepherd the new world that's rushing on in. Yet beneath this devotion, a hypocrisy lies: The system shields children but ignores our own cries. Defenseless we stand at the front of the room, In an undeclared war of attrition and gloom. From volatile students to parents who rage, To the venom of peers on this corporate stage— We choke on impunity, shattered and bruised, While the shield that we deserve is denied and refused. Now the sanctity fades as the boundaries blur, Where the casual tutors and click-baits occur. They birth a toxic myth...
Welcome to my blog, 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 and drawing inspiration from the people I encounter, the moments I witness, and the events that shape my collective existence. I'm writing not to impress but to express.