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Melancholic Emptiness
Some nights feel heavier than others. Not because something particular happened, but because everything suddenly feels still—too still. The world quiets down, and in that silence, we begin to hear things we usually ignore: our own loneliness, the weight of unanswered questions, and sometimes, the distant echo of someone else’s sorrow. This poem came to Continue reading
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Letting Yesterday Die
There comes a time in life when you don’t fight the past anymore—you just let it die. Not with hatred. Not with vengeance. But with quiet acceptance. A nod to all that was, and a soft, silent farewell. My yesterday is dying. And for the first time, I’m not trying to resuscitate it. It held Continue reading
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Old Scars, New Leaves, Life, etc.
In one quiet corner of my homestead stands a Japanese maple—slender, graceful and deeply meditative in its presence. Each year, it sheds its leaves in winter, leaving behind a bare, delicate frame. It never fails to catch my attention, this ritual of letting go. The once fiery foliage falls away, one leaf at a time, Continue reading
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The Suddenness of Death: Was Seneca Wrong?
Life often feels abundant, with time stretching endlessly before us. We make plans, set goals and envision futures filled with experiences and milestones. Yet, moments of disaster remind us how fragile life truly is. The recent 7.7-magnitude earthquake in Myanmar is one such reminder—a jolt to our sense of permanence, a stark confrontation with the Continue reading
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What Is Left at the End of the World?
In her hauntingly reflective novel Good Morning, Midnight, Lily Brooks-Dalton poses two profound questions: What is left at the end of the world? and What is the impact of one’s life? These questions linger like whispers long after the final page — a quiet yet powerful reminder of our impermanence. Adapted into the 2020 film Continue reading
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The Quiet Weight of Grief
Poetry has always been a refuge for emotions too complex for simple explanation. In writing my poem, O My Heart!, I found myself reflecting on my own encounters with loss. Perhaps, in some way, we all carry the weight of an unseen sorrow—one that shapes us, but does not define us. O MY HEART!What is Continue reading
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