Strings

I want to fly freely in your sky; but I am chained down by my own mind.   We do walk on thin lines, we are joined by thin lines. We say things out loud that are not meant to be spoken, we listen to things that are not meant to be heard. At times … Continue reading Strings

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Our own prisoners

We cling to the ideas that we accumulate in order to give meaning to our existence. These ideas or beliefs either reflect our hidden insecurity towards certain aspects of life or portrays the course that we consider to be safe for our survival. Certainly, these beliefs are the fruits grown from the seeds that we had sown … Continue reading Our own prisoners

Still morning bliss

I ran away. I am still running. I may not reach to you, because there is no end to this running. I saw broken souls, I met people with broken smiles. I heard them giggle, when I saw their empty eyes. I listened to others’ heart, my own is out of voice. Still, I called … Continue reading Still morning bliss

A choice

Is it 'the truth' or one of your fantasies? The words just escaped your mind, hovering over your landscape of judgment. Would you be able to land them on thin air? Can they come out freely encompassing the silence of pleasure or will they be subdued under the shiver of shame? How long have you … Continue reading A choice