poem Tag Posts Index

Girl in a messy bun

There's something unspeakably beautiful about a girl in a big shirt, and short and a messy bun. Her braids fall down her cheeks, looking raggedy but In a way brings

mohabbat ki ek khoobsurat tasbeeh

Aankhen deen ke har shay mein teri shaan dekh sakun, Dil diya ke har dhadkan mein tera naam likh sakun. Zubaan di ke lafzon mein mohabbat basa sakun, Haath diye

Espejos sin viento

Esa pantalla que brilla no te dice que hay caminos que ha borrado, que entre tanta luz hay silencios que ha callado. Ofrece espejos para que sonrias sin sobresaltos,

Keep Walking, Even When the World Turns Away*

Not every journey begins with applause. Some begin in silence—amid doubt, quiet ridicule, and doors that refuse to open. Arga had learned that truth long before

The architecture of yesterday

I found an old hour sleeping in the cabinet Tucked beneath the once cherish frame A fragment of a smile we wore Before the passig of time redefined the line We used

The Only Intention I Never Needed to Explain

I’m a channel for something I don’t fully understand yet, and sometimes that feeling of deficiency has felt like the most honest description of my relationship to

Footprints That Never Truly Fade

Rain had been falling since late afternoon, tracing silver lines across the window of a quiet café tucked into the corner of the city. At the table nearest the glass

The Familiar That Stopped Asking Anything of Me

I have expected things that were never going to arrive in the form I was expecting them, blindsided by the gap between what I had imagined and what actually happened,

The Clarity That Substituted for the Action

I have set out to make something and partway through the making I lost the thread but kept going anyway out of momentum to the version of myself who had started,

Loved It More for the Strangeness

I have never actually worked alone even on the days when the room was empty and the only sounds were the ones I was making underneath the quiet, I have never worked

CONTIGO VENEZUELA./ WITH YOU VENEZUELA.(ES/EN).

No digas nada solo calla y escucha las voces del silencio que el profundo dolor pare a gritos. Todo desdibujado y lúgubre nadie mira al cielo hurgando en los escombros

To and Throe

An original poem by @yayogerardo Pressure point Headache Anoint Herbal bake Aroint No take Salt, water and lime Drink fast Out of time Outlast What's the crime Why

Architecture Built Before I Had the Language

I have created things that I thought were entirely my own, only to later realize how much of them were influenced by everything that had come before me, even before

Dressed in the Language of Discernment

I’ve observed what someone else has built, felt the familiar drop in my chest, dressing in the language of discernment when the truer word for it has always been

When Ownership Becomes Lighter

I let go slowly, of the need for everyone to understand what I meant the way I understand it, I let go slowly, realizing that what touches another person may have

CUANDO SALGA El SOL./WHEN THE SUN COMES OUT.(ES-EN).

Cuando mis manos ya no pueden y el silencio se agolpa en el viento. Cuando la estrella ayer brillante regresa al alma para iluminarla. Cuando debes partir sin conocer

My body is a temple

My body is a templeand my existence a living ceremonyMy body is my temple. Ever since I heard this line in “Black Bathing Suit” by Lana Del Rey, I started treating

Impermanence Beyond Asia　アジアを越えた無常　[English and Japanese]

Impermanence Beyond Asia I was thinking about impermanence because of a loss. It is impossible to stop losing someone or something for our own reasons, but it is

Poem: When the lighthouse light makes me tremble

I glimpse the land's border. Yesterday, it used to be an islet covered by waves. Today, even closer, it thrills me, the lighthouse's light thrills me! Today, even

Love At First Sight

The world was loud, lonely, a blurry stream Everything seem static, a shadow of what was real A life that felt cold , lost of its warmth Until you stepped into the