Poetry
Skull
In the quiet shell of the dead the skull sits— a pale cathedral, stones of a stone‑stone kingdom, its vaults the only vault that holds a mind. Its arches stretch like cathedral spires, measured by
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Aladdin, the Street‑wise Dreamer In the maze of a dusty bazaar he wandered, a rag‑clad youth with dreams bold as the night’s sky. His world was the alleys of crowded streets, the smell of
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Bloom In the hush of a spring‑lit garden, Where the robin’s song still croons, The first blush of bud‑dawn unfurls— A quiet, fragrant promise in June. The petals unfurl like letters, Writing soft verses
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Into the Wild On a damp Tuesday, the city stopped humming, and I, clutching a battered map and a half‑full flask, took the last bus through alley‑shrouded streets. Leaves were flecked with gold, the
Read more →Scent of a Woman
In the dim light of a London dusk she lingers like a well‑worn novel— the faint perfume of tea leaves, whispered across a cracked paving stone. A swirl of rose, lavender in
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