• They asked again
    oh do you even know what you’re doing?

    I smiled like a cracked lens
    said yes yes of course
    then clicked clicked
    like a child pressing every button
    just to see what breaks

    The image barked back at me
    why so much light
    why so much fear
    why your hands shaking
    as if truth was leaking out

    oh what a moment you missed
    slipped through your fingers
    like soap in a bucket

    now go
    sit in a corner
    hug your confusion
    or chew some grass
    like a confused village cow
    wondering why the world spins

    don’t be silly
    asking how and how and how
    the camera doesn’t care
    it only copies your heartbeat

    oh look
    is that a castle
    standing there like it knows secrets
    so beautiful
    it makes your eyes bow

    could have captured it better
    yes yes
    could have made it sing
    but it’s alright
    it will stay there
    patient like an old monk

    come again
    with softer hands
    a calmer breath
    and take a better picture

    or maybe
    become a better picture
    yourself

    clicked
    from a soul
    trying to see.

  • Oh these days keep stretching
    like old rubber bands on a dusty shelf

    so much talking
    so much pretending
    every corner full of news
    that nobody asked for

    Amazon please send me a break
    Prime delivery, before midnight
    I want to collapse
    on a sofa that remembers me
    like an old friend

    snacks ready
    mind empty
    heart half-charged

    Oh life
    wood and wires
    No no, a whisper
    some quiet fondness
    floating in unseen corners
    trying to hug the air

    Sometimes noise
    sometimes nothing
    what life you call this
    when papers decide your worth
    and you’re stamped
    like a parcel in transit

    you are tracked
    scanned
    sorted
    they say it’s normal

    now barcode the soul too
    turn the heartbeat into data
    upload the feelings
    to someone’s cloud

    Oh I am tired here
    please roll me back
    to wherever my breath
    was softer

    My legs don’t listen anymore
    stuck to some cosmic magnet
    pulling me to a center
    that doesn’t exist on maps

    gravity leaving
    or maybe just me
    drifting like a receipt
    in supermarket wind

    oh no not now
    I still have bills
    and two unanswered emails

    So I’ll stay timeless
    wordless
    just a soft hum in my room

    oh I wish I could always
    stay home.

  • Life Starts Here: Insights from Land’s End

    When I reached Cornwall’s Land’s End,
    I stood there thinking,
    “Is this it?”
    But the wind… the waves… the whole sky whispered back to me —
    this is not the end.
    This is not the end, my friend.
    This is the beginning of something
    your heart has been trying to tell you
    for years.
    Because life…
    life doesn’t end at cliffs or cities or goodbyes.
    Life doesn’t collapse at the edges of the map.
    Life starts.
    Again and again and again.
    Endings?
    Endings are just invitations…
    to return,
    to rediscover,
    to remember the place
    where we first came from
    which, honestly…
    I still don’t know.


    And maybe that’s the point.


    Because life is blooming,
    blooming like a blueberry—
    soft, round, small,
    yet carrying the taste of an entire summer inside it.
    Everything looks tiny from the outside,
    but inside?
    There’s a whole world.
    There’s a whole universe.
    We are standing in a galaxy
    that is spinning inside a universe
    that is drifting inside a cosmos
    that refuses to have walls.

    No ceiling.
    No floor.
    Just infinite breath.
    So what about us?
    What about you and me?
    We are not just living here
    we are participating.
    We are vibrating in this giant orchestra
    of stars and silence.
    We are floating
    in an endless field of awareness.
    An infinite state of consciousness.
    A place where nothing truly dies,
    nothing truly ends,
    everything just shifts
    into another version of itself.
    So the next time someone tells you
    “This is the end,”
    smile gently,
    look them in the eyes,
    and remind them


    This…….. is where everything begins.

  • The Versatility of Tom Hanks: A Tribute
    Portrait of a man with dark hair and green eyes wearing a blue patterned shirt against a plain background.

    Dear Tom,

    I don’t know why I feel like I will meet you someday. You have been such an inspiration for me. I have started honing my performing skills. But, I think I am still far behind. 

    You have shined in every frame. It does not matter if it is comedy like Big (1988) and Splash (1984). It also applies to romantic films like Sleepless in Seattle (1993) and You’ve Got Mail (1998). In the soul-touching drama of Forrest Gump (1994) and Philadelphia (1993), you have shined in every emotion. You have shined in every heartbeat of your characters.

    You remind us that life is nothing but learning. It is learning to grow, learning to hold on, and learning to survive. Films like Cast Away (2000) show that strength is sometimes just the will to keep breathing. These days when someone speaks about something deep, I feel like they are trying to decode life itself. Maybe that instinct came from The Da Vinci Code (2006). In that film, you made mystery feel like a language of the soul.

    You are such a versatile actor. Even in the animated world of Toy Story, you filled a wooden cowboy with warmth, loyalty, and life. You step into intricate roles so effortlessly. In one moment, you are hugging a teddy bear with pure innocence. In the next moment, you are embracing the chaos of war in Saving Private Ryan (1998). You are also walking through the cold shadow of history in Bridge of Spies (2015).

    And maybe that’s why you inspire me:


    You show that a single human heart can hold many emotions. It can encompass comedy, romance, fear, courage, innocence, curiosity, and war
    all at once.


    Just like life does.
    Just like we do.

    Isn’t it Tom?

  • At night, the man closes his eyes
    but he does not sleep.
    His consciousness opens a door
    that his body never could.

    His breath softens,
    his thoughts unhook from the world,
    and he begins to drift
    into a space beyond space.

    Gravity fades.
    Silence becomes a landscape.
    He is no longer dreaming
    he is traveling.

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