i write because i have to, not because i want to connect. when thoughts pile up and won't stay quiet, they end up here.
if you read them, fine. if you don't, also fine.
poem • 2025-10-07 • 2 min
A tender correspondence across distance, asking whether the moon keeps the same face for different shores—paper boats of doubt, shared light, and one address for every kind of night.
poem • 2025-09-21 • 3 min
A tender, steel-spined love poem that trades fantasy for upkeep: weather reports and warmed soup, chipped mugs and hard apologies, a lighthouse bulb replaced by trembling hands. Bring In the Plants is about choosing each other through storms and Tuesdays alike—turning forecast into care.
nazm • 2025-09-09 • 1 min
For two days the youth rose against corruption and a blackout of their voices; the state fired live rounds, nineteen fell—children, classmates, chest and head shots. Today the regime crumbled, but as victory neared, opportunists hijacked the streets, turned grief into arson, and left a hollowed nation asking: what price this blood?
sher • 2025-08-15 • 1 min
Estrangement in the world, sorrow in love, and within love, the self lost.
poem • 2025-07-07 • 4 min
I stand before the glass and see the man who's supposed to be me. A haunting exploration of self-reflection, identity, and the tension between who we think we are and who we actually are.