Often, I hear the gentle whisper of my inner voice. It guides me— when I am in doubt, when I feel scared, when my mind feels cluttered. … More Listening Beyond Fear| Void Thoughts
I’ve lost count of the poems I’ve written. I’ll say many, still not as many as I’d like to. Someday, perhaps. … More Someday, Perhaps| Void Thoughts
When the perturbed mind reflects, chaos gleams pristine in its own reflection. … More Pristine Chaos| Void Thoughts
I’m here every night, patiently waiting for your eyes to find me. … More What Moon Whispered| Void Thoughts
In the midst of never-ending what-ifs and might-bes, the journey is never easy— weighed down by worries umpteen. … More When Worries Worry| Void Thoughts
I hold on to my memories so dearly—sometimes, I fear they’re all I have.Perhaps that’s why I keep making new ones—snapshots from todaythat might sweeten tomorrow,like faded photographs tucked into …| Void Thoughts
To be a whisper—of poetry, or a poet—wouldn’t that be marvelous? A letter, a line, a fleeting theme of verse—To be any of it—how wondrous would that be?Or to be a poem itself! When I meet a poem, I…| Void Thoughts
A kaleidoscope of memoriestrapped in the mind,playing yesterday’s notesat odd times. A broken kaleidoscope—fragments of beautiful moments,shattered pieces of bittersweet. They cut deep as the…| Void Thoughts
