Your love transcends both time and death.

Mum, my anchor, my closest friend,

Your legacy of love will never end.

To Mum:

The truest word my heart ever knew, the most sacred bond my soul ever held. This is for you – my everything, my always, my forever.

“Words unspoken are like shadows at dusk—their absence lingers, haunting, shaping what might have been. After my first debate at law school, I found myself at odds with the words I left unspoken. There is something haunting about what remains unfinished. This is what I wrote that evening.”

I love to speak and then depart,

Leaving words to haunt the heart.

To flee, unbound by whispered dreams,

Deaf to life’s hasty schemes.

I love to leave my verse undone,

With dots where meaning is overrun.

Reflections linger—just behold,

The torment they weave, so bitter, so bold.

Beneath the gossamer veil of speech,

A soulful haven lies to reach.

Amid the throngs of fleeting forms,

Resides the eternal, untouched by storms.

“The wind along the coast speaks not to our ears but to the quiet places within, calling us to remember who we are. Walking along the Amalfi Coast, I felt the breeze call me. It wasn’t the wind or the sea – it was something from within, asking me to be true to myself.”

I want to be myself, unbound,

Not another’s shadow found.

A wind that dances on ocean streams,

Or a breeze that brushes through fleeting dreams.

The waves hold magic, fierce yet pure,

A silent power that will endure.

I long to rise, a bird set free,

To soar through skies of infinity.

Not shaped by hands of another’s art,

But true to the rhythm of my heart.

I seek to rise where my spirit dwells,

Not someone else—but myself, and well.

“Love is the fire that lights the heavens and scorches the earth. It leaves nothing untouched. After visiting an exhibition on passion in Italian Renaissance art, I was struck by the intensity of love’s duality—how it uplifts and destroys all at once. That night, I wrote this.”

Love casts us into the abyss,

A dream of tomorrow’s bliss.

“You rise and cannot see,”

Cries the star, disgraced and free.

Love burns the heart, consumes the soul,

Leaving us less than whole.

It dries the body, quenches the flame,

And leaves us wandering, lost to shame.

Empty love, a shadowed thought,

A fortress of tears where hope is caught.

The sword of love, both iron and fire,

Breaks upon words of reckless desire.

“On an autumn evening in Paris, I walked beneath the golden rain of leaves, their whispers carried by the wind. The city felt alive, as if it, too, breathed the poetry of the season.”

The autumn wind calls, soft and low,

Through Paris streets where shadows grow.

It stirs the leaves in a golden flight,

A fleeting dance in the fading light.

The Seine reflects the twilight’s glow,

Its waters deep, where dreams still flow.

Beneath the arches, the city hums,

To the rhythm of footsteps, as evening comes.