Poetry

Could've been, would've been, should've been —
the regretful art of a displayed ego.
Yet no one has a name for it.

Time sets no bounds
to find a soulmate,
but as ego reignites itself,
the story repeats.

Words for My Husband

I may have scoured the earth for you,
But in your embrace, I feel at home.
You are my sanctuary, my nightingale.
Let us dance through the wonder or life.

From my book
Untainted: Bittersweet Love

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Wrote this poem about a year ago. Hope you like it.

"Some souls feel like home, even from miles away.”

I haven’t changed; I’ve simply learned when to speak… and when to let things go.

Sometimes life takes something away from us
and we don’t understand why. It feel we have lost something important but life gives us something new. At first we may not realise its value because our heart holds onto the past. But slowly we start to understand the what has come into our life is something special something precious which we never expected a gift that life gave us quietly. Sometimes what we lose is just making space for something even more beautiful to come into the life.

Single girl, soft life,
chamomile twice.. 🫖

Muzz can wait.
I’m feeling sedate..
I refuse to download
An app for my fate..

“If someone can bring peace to my heart, they’ll always be beautiful to me

Why do I love you ?

Why do I love you?
I'm asking myself from the day
I saw you.

And every time I search for an answer,
I find another question-
Was it you,
the way you talk,
the way your presence
made an ordinary moment feel different?

Was it something you said,
or something you never said?
Was it the person you were,
or the person I became
whenever you were near?

I have tried to name this feeling,
to give it a reason,
to make it something I could explain.
But I never arrive
at an explanation.

So when you ask me,
"Why do you love me?"
I wish I had an answer.

But I don't.

I can tell you a thousand things
I love about you,
but none of them can explain
why my heart chose you.

Maybe that's the answer-
that there is no answer.

Because if I could explain
why I love you,
perhaps then I could also explain
how I can stop.

And I don't know how to do either

So don't ask me why I love you.

I can't explain you.
I can't explain this.

I can only tell you
that somewhere between
talking to you for the first time
and knowing you now,
my heart found something
my words never could.
And so, I say
"I love you"