Friday, 14 August 2026

Wait

 




If you and I were little turtles a
nd you got left behind, I'd slow down and wait for you. 

Release

 


Wind, take it away. Fire, let it burn. Water, wash over me. Cleanse me. Release me. 

The moment


Protect the moment. Protect the times. Remember gentleness when it mattered. Remember the good. In quiet days, those times will remain. 

Saturday, 8 August 2026

Bloom


Today we live.

Even if we feel we can't, we still will. 

Because our story doesn't end here. 

A tree can lay dormant when the winter feels long and the ground feels frozen.

Focus on what is happening beneath it. 

It will always bloom, beautifully. 

A call


In a world where people don't have time for each other, thank you for calling. Chatting with you is a release and reset for me. Time flies listening to each other. There's no pretence or hiding. I can be myself with you completely. You're the only one who knows me. Thank you for listening to me. 

Thursday, 6 August 2026

Clocks

 


Do you think clocks stop ticking, or does someone wind them up again to save them from death?

Love


My days have been filled with me trailing jasmine plants through the fence. It has taught me that love and tenderness are underrated in a world that prizes grand gestures. There is a quiet rebellion in knowing that tender, slow acts of love are actually what sustain us.

Monday, 3 August 2026

Furqan


Somewhere, some day, it's our last exchange of words. Our last conversation. Not even a proper goodbye. Because we thought there will be a tomorrow and we'll talk to each other again. It is correctly said that tomorrow never comes, because it's today. And you are so quiet. Say something please, one more time. I promise, I'll reply. 

Sunday, 2 August 2026

Smoke


In the buzz, and movement, we collided. We spun, we danced and then we let go. What is left is a puff of smoke. Perfumed, lingering longing. Smoke. No more. 


Saturday, 1 August 2026

Pause


Life isn't the race.

Life is the pause. 

It's the contemplation.

It's the sigh. 

Life is when you look up and around. 

Life isn't black and white, 

but made up of the most brilliant colours. 

Life is waiting for a moment, but then going for it. 

Life is the

pause. 

Mine

These words that I pen are not about you.