With Each Passing Day

An abstract art of an ageless woman, ancient and pure, getting more beautiful and wiser 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

Abstract digital art visualizing the origin of space and time, featuring a glowing spiral nebula symbolizing the universe’s birth and the dynamic curvature of spacetime.

“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

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 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…

A man, standing at the edge of the Universe, and pondering about everything, and nothing in particular

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

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

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 […]

“When It’s Right, It’s Right”

"When It's Right, It's Right"

I. The PremonitionThere are moments that do not announce their gravity—a look, a breath, a turning leaf—yet in their quiet articulation,they carry the architecture of fate.As if time, weary from logic,curves gently into intuition,and what once felt undecidedsuddenly becomes inevitable. II. The Unspoken Grammar of BeingNo syllogism, no theorems of cause—only the grammar of alignment.When […]

This Is All

In the middle of everywhere, just standing

It comes.That is what it does. Pain. Loss. Time.It does not ask permission.It does not ask if I am ready.It does not ask anything. I do not resist.There is nothing to resist. I do not endure.There is nothing to endure. It happens.I am here. It takes.I remain. There is no strength in this.No weakness, either.No […]

The Weight of Feeling

A symbolic representation of human emotions. A glowing human heart in the center, radiating vibrant colors

A world without feeling is colorless stone,A kingdom of echoes, cold and alone.Laughter is thunder, love is the sun,Without them, the days blur into one. Joy lights the morning, sorrow the night,Both carve the soul, both give it flight.Anger can fuel, but kindness can heal,Every emotion shapes what is real. Tears are not weakness, nor […]