III. The Sleep of the Salted Star
By dawn—or was it something else?—The ocean slowed its fraying song.The stars, like ancient silver shells,Hung loosely as they passed along. The cabin light, still golden-glow,Flickered once, then bloomed anew.The man inside was moving slow,His breath a cloud, his thoughts a few. His arms now slack, the wheel unmanned,The motor hushed to gentle hum.The sea […]
II. The Eye and the Echo
Within the womb of storm’s wide eye,A hush descended, cold and wide.It felt like floating through a sigh—Like truth itself refused to hide. The cabin rocked with aching bones,The hull now moaned with deeper strain.The sailor whispered cryptic tonesTo keep at bay his mounting pain. He saw no ghosts, he spoke no names,Yet still the […]
I. The Call of the Deep
The wind had teeth and the night had claws,The sea wore a crown of broken glass.The hull beneath him croaked with flaws,As memories rippled through the mast. The beacon behind was just a blink,The city lights lost in salted haze.He sailed where shadows dared to sink,To silence loud with ancient praise. He was no hero, […]
With Each Passing Day
With each passing day, my heart begins to see, A masterpiece unfolding, in quiet dignity. Not framed in gilded gold, nor bound by time, But etched in subtle strokes, her essence sublime. She wears creativity like an effortless cloak, Her hands shape wonders, her words softly spoke. Artistry flows in her veins like a river’s […]
The Enigmatic Birth of Space and Time
“Time and space are modes by which we think and not conditions in which we live.” — Albert Einstein Close your eyes for a moment. Now, imagine—if you can—a time before time. A space before space. The very sentence defies logic, doesn’t it? We speak of “before,” but the notion of “before” needs time. We […]
Rain-Routes And Rusted Roads
The signal blinks like breath held tight,A mannequin trapped in broad daylight.Each rider wears a borrowed face,Stamped by routine, framed into place.A thousand ties and ticking clocks,The city claps in echo-box.I ride between the sighs and norms,A myth unmade in moving form. The helmet shields, the mirror spies,These roles we wear, these practiced lies.A worker, […]
Digital Nihilism and the Rebranding of Belief
Digital nihilism defines not just a theoretical concern but the texture of everyday life in the 21st century. It is not the absence of meaning that haunts us, but the illusion of meaning endlessly generated and consumed in the digital sphere. The phrase “God is dead,” famously declared by Nietzsche, has not faded—it has evolved. […]
I Tried Again…
He tried again… He began where it began—or where it didn’t—the point where points unravel,where beginningslose meaning,and time forgets to tick. He thought of silence,not the kind between heartbeats,but the kind before the first vibration,before frequencybefore form—he wanted to spell that.But letters betrayed him.They’re too recent.Too human. He tried to say:There was no “was.”Only is.Only […]
The Hollow Antler and the Song of the Grove
In the far-northern realm of Eldwyne, where the snow fell in rhythms and the trees spoke in sighs, there existed a glade untouched by fire or famine. Here lived the Antlerfolk—majestic stag-like beings who walked on two legs, bore twisting crowns of ivory, and held council with the winds. They did not age in years, […]
The Sands We Cannot Hold
There are days when time feels almost tangible.When the past gathers itself like dust motes in the slant of late afternoon sunlight, swirling, almost within reach — and yet, never quite touching the skin. I find myself thinking of old age more often these days.Not with fear, nor with bitterness. But with a quiet kind […]