Two years ago, the life I have so carefully curated came to an end. Words I used to cringe at now have a different meaning. Spiritual...

This poem captures the subtle, wordless recognition between two strangers, where societal labels fall away and what remains is raw, human truth. It reflects on how we speak about men, how they hide behind charm and lust and how rare it is to feel someone without explanation. It's not a love story, it’s a mirroring of two paths.

You don’t need to find your voice. You never lost it. You placed it under a veil of politeness and called that maturity. You learned to...

I used to think I was the invisible one. Unseen, unwanted, unchosen. But the truth? I just hadn’t yet become the version of me who could see what was always there. This isn’t about a person. This is about proof that became visible only when I was able to see myself fully. That the love, the power, the presence was always mine. I just had to remember.

Not too long ago there was a time where I couldn’t look at myself, hear myself or even acknowledge my own being. I didn’t know how to...