Far away from the bustling city
Let’s escape to somewhere untouched—
Where the light of civilisation has yet to intrude
Where the sun glows above by day,
and the moon and stars shimmer at night,
Where a river flows with sparkling waves
and pine forests whisper with their rustling leaves.
Where the birds’ chirping can still be heard.

Let’s walk along the riverbank one day
beneath the forest canopy.
When we get tired of walking,
We will lie down on the green grass,
And look up at the endless blue sky.
When night falls, we will count the stars.
And when our eyelids grow heavy with exhaustion
We will close our eyes,
And dream together until the sun rises.

I have dreamed of this
Since the moment I conceived you in my heart.
Maybe I didn’t live up to expectations,
For I am not as flawless as you once thought.
But this time, I promise to be whole.

Happy New Year is just another day,

As WhatsApp inboxes overflow with clichés.

A 'feel-good factor' fills the air,

Festive joy hides the burdens we bear.
Yet for some, this day holds no cheer,

Only the weight of a new dawn of fear.

Across the border, fireworks ignite,
Revellers dance through the jubilant night.
But on this side, a darker fate—

Fleeing bombardment as clocks reset the date.

Ravaged by war, their lives remain,

Trapped in a cycle of sorrow and pain.

My heart is broken, torn to shreds,
Fragments scattered, dreams lie dead.
Sadness pierces, sharp and deep,
A shadowed soul that longs to weep.

No hopes remain, just cold despair,
A silent ache fills empty air.
The fleeting light breaks on the sea,
A distant whisper calling me.

Yet in this night, though darkness reigns,
Must I seek a prosthetic heart again?
To stir my soul, to mend the seams,
To breathe new life into my dreams.

To eclipse the agony, heal the scars,
Rekindle hope beneath the stars.
Can hearts remade still play their part,
And find new strength—a prosthetic heart?

To someone,
War is humane,
A necessary evil,
A harbinger of peace.
War is geopolitics,
A game of *******,
A form of meditation.
War is peace, they say,
War is business,
Nothing more than that.
But to those who have no voice,
Who cannot choose,
War is pain,
Destruction and debris.
War is untimely death,
Annihilation,
Dehumanization.
War is mass extermination,
An endless cycle of loss and grief.
War is displacement,
A deep, unhealed trauma,
War is homelessness,
And dreams reduced to dust.

Now I am a silent passerby,
frozen in a frame of time

Gazing at the footprints you leave behind,

Like a distant morning star,

Ethereal, yet confined.

I love you—not for possession,

Nor for the sake of destruction.

To some, it may seem a mere fantasy,

But to me, it's a path to transformation.

Love is not always blind;

It opens our hearts, teaching us to be kind.

It’s not for seduction or fleeting desire,

But a flame that uplifts, a soul's true fire.

Love means sacrifice,
A gift both selfless and wise.
To clear the path, to light the way,
For your beloved to seize their day.