Life, my dear, is nothing morethan a string of boarding passes—some stamped “one-way,”others “delayed indefinitely,”and a few with destinationswe swore…

Not every smile is sugar,some are salt dressed in silk,and envy—ah, envy—wears perfume to mask its scent. Friends clap loudest…

We danced at the eve of the Taj Mahal—a place where marble remembers devotion,where every curve and arch is a…

Love under the Eiffel Tower,in the place where your palms held mebeneath the stars of life. You dazzled me in…

I planted my vision in silence,not because I was afraid,but because the soil of stillnessis richer than applause. No trumpets,…

Love showed up at my door today,not with roses or a marching band,but like the ocean—slow, tidal, a little dangerous—the…

In the Kingdom of Me,I’ve built walls so fine,they’re lined with velvet silenceand guarded by my spine. Here, the moat…

Right on Time I used to tap my foot at the Universe,as if God were a baristawho’d misplaced my order.“Excuse…

She leaveslike a diplomat—no flinch, no farewell,just the precision of presencewithdrawnlike tide from a shorethat no longer sings her name.…

They told me,“Contain yourself.”As if my joy were a rogue balloon,floating too high for their comfort.But I was never meant…