This is a personal reflection on ageing, silence, dreams, and the healing power of writing. A trembling hand shows that time passes, but a dreaming heart stays young. In this poem, the pen is more than just a tool—it is… Read More ›
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# One Fine Morning #
A tender reflection on holding on, letting go, and discovering that hope is not always about someone’s return. Sometimes, it is the quiet courage to open the window, embrace a new morning, and find yourself again. # One Fine Morning… Read More ›
# A Cup of Tea #
This poem is a gentle reflection on growing older, companionship, and the simple joys that become more precious with time. It reminds us that as the years pass, we may lose many things, but a warm cup of tea, a… Read More ›
# When My Pen Refuses to Retire #
The body may grow old, but the soul still has stories to tell. Sometimes, when I sit before my notebook with a cup of tea beside me, ready to write—and suddenly, my pen seems to have nothing to say. I… Read More ›
# I Love Silence Because…
There are moments when the world around us becomes too loud—too many voices, too many desires, too many expectations. In such moments, I find comfort in silence. For me, silence is not emptiness; it is a quiet space where I… Read More ›
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