A poem dedicated to those who confide in the stars and the Moon of the night. — Her heart is a sorrowful cemetery of softly whispered almosts that were lost in time , and when the sky’s sapphire shades fade away into an unfathomable darkening abyss they wickedly steal her sleep and torment her in her dreams like a bittersweet rhyme , of the words that are…

A poem inspired from the quote “Not all those who wander are lost” by J.R.R Tolkien — Under the branches of the tall trees that hide parts of the sky , where the tiniest of hatchlings flap their wings and try to fly and Life miraculously blooms in the intriguing woods around , with exotic plants and beautiful creatures of all kinds abound To blissfully wander away…

A poem written while travelling through the pastures of the north. — Lay this tired body on the soft bed of the Earth , where I shall rest until I am awakened for my rebirth to impatiently climb atop their height to be one with the stars , like little lanterns kindling above in the sky we call ours when Life takes…

A poem inspired from the musings of the mind — Her heart laced with the sweetness from the wine of Truth , the curtains of her eyelids enclose within the fatigue of youth through the windows that peer beyond like the eyes of the room , afar in the distance where the light gently awakens the irises in bloom how…

A poem inspired by the elation in the journeys we partake — Aboard the enchanted train of cosmic thoughts which travels across the land of blurry daydreams through the splendid array of ornamented windows with gently tinted glass like frozen crystal streams , travelling endlessly through time I find myself hoping for the tracks to never come to an end- only if…

A gratitude post to celebrate one year of writing on Medium : the first Medium anniversary! — On the eve of 14th January 2022 , I came to the decision of making a profile and writing poetry online on Medium. I remember writing as a hobby when I was younger , having diaries and journals colored all over with words on crisp yellow pages. …

A poem dedicated to and inspired by the glory of Mother Nature and the power of the Soul. — The luminous sun of the crepuscule hued eventide bespangles the skies with tears frozen in time , and glistening in them are the remains of the enchanting fairytales that are as old as an ancient cellar’s wine the arms of slumber softly catch me when I fall into the warm…

The 2nd poem in the poetry series for the wanderer named “No-one” — they forgot to tell me how- the darkness can somehow shapeshift the modern preachers rarely avow the greed lets your heart greedily grift they forgot to tell me when- silence can mould itself into a home beasts and gods could live in the flesh of men the believers awaken as…

A poem highlighting the human tendency of overthinking through the eyes of a young adult — I fear that I might have made this into a bad habit of mine- to wander into mazes and be unable to make it out in time how they seem to grandly materialize in the solitary confines Oh the labyrinths of my design that bedeck this wretched , crestfallen mind …