The Rituals We Perform to Feel Real
THE RITUALS WE PERFORM TO FEEL REALFrom morning routines to doomscrolling, an exploration of tiny habits that tether the mind to the body. There is an odd tenderness in the way human beings try to hold themselves together. Nobody teaches us explicitly, yet each of us assembles a peculiar toolkit of gestures, habits, loops, and […]
On Becoming a Quiet Rebel
They move like moonlit letterswandering a silver scroll;each step a quiet tremor,a sealed and glowing soul. They pass through crowded weatherlike lullabies in storms;their calm rearranges thunder,softening all its forms. They leave the race behindas rivers slip from lines;not out of sharp refusal,but how true freedom shines. They bloom like hidden metaphorsno gardener ever planned;their […]
Strangers Return to Us
Strangers return to usthe way moonlight returns to water—quietly,without permission,without explanation,as if the night itself has leaned into remind the river of its own shimmering. Some faces remainnot because they stayed,but because they passed throughat the exact anglewhere the soul was thinnest. There is an Elven logic to it—the kind that trees understand,and old songs […]
Days That Refuse to Leave Us Alone
He tells himself the day is harmless.He tries to say it lightly—like one names a stray dog loitering at the gate—but the sentence doesn’t float the way light things do. It sinks somewhere between his ribs. The day hears him, of course. Days like this always do. They’re nosy creatures, oddly theatrical, lingering in the […]
A Theory of Soulful Living
There is a quiet art to being alive, and it rarely announces itself. It doesn’t arrive in the grand triumphs or the thunderous moments that would make for cinematic scenes. It doesn’t even linger long in those brief peaks of emotion where joy or sorrow spills out of us with a kind of theatrical sincerity. […]
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 […]