Follow your heart

“Today, I sat on the sand, the ocean stretching infinitely before me. The waves spoke a language I longed to understand. I dipped my pen into their rhythm and wrote about diplomacy—how it mirrors the tides. It is both gentle and forceful, patient yet unyielding. A seagull hovered nearby, a silent witness to my thoughts. “The world,” I wrote, “is as fragile as this shoreline, shifting with every wave, yet enduring through centuries.””

Your error scarred the soul, you see,

And cast it adrift in a storm-torn sea.

Unready was I for the world’s vile play,

Unready to face love’s bitter fray.

The moon blurred dreams with its spectral glow,

Binding my feet where shadows grow.

You let your life drift with the breaking dawn,

And gained love’s kiss, but dreams were gone.

You knew the winds – unstable, wild,

Feared each pause like a restless child.

You ran, you fled, you let it fade,

The trust you once so lightly laid.

Desire led you, open and bare,

Yet you drowned in its embrace, unaware.

Forgotten truths in tears dissolved,

Loneliness stood where hope resolved.

A meagre world of fleeting might—

Among sharks, serpents, and piranhas’ bite.

You lost your path, consumed by vice,

Yet in your will, life still survives.

WHAT IS FREEDOM IN DARKNESS?

“The library is my refuge. Rows upon rows of books, each holding a piece of someone’s mind, someone’s struggle. I’ve been spending hours here, lost in legal texts and the occasional novel. Balance is everything. To be free is not to escape the shadows, but to walk through them unbroken. Freedom is the light we find within.”

What is freedom in darkness dire?

Perhaps a steadfast step through mire.

Perhaps the keenest eye that sees,

The beauty born of whispered pleas.

Freedom is to hold each heart,

And in return, your love impart.

To value all who dare to give,

To see the truth, to truly live.

Freedom is the distant star,

That guides the ship when storms are far.

To stand respected, firm and free,

And know that life still beats in thee.

TO FOLLOW THE HEART

“The library welcomed me like an old friend. The scent of aged books was intoxicating, and the silence was profound. I found a corner by the window, where the light filtered through ancient glass panes. My thoughts turned to… There is a quiet rebellion in following one’s heart – a defiance that reshapes the world. To listen, to feel, to leap without fear.”

To follow the heart, to pause, to hear,

Its cries of joy, its echoing fear.

To cast off chains of thought’s cruel lies,

And see the world through unveiled eyes.

The echoes fade, the light grows dim,

Yet still the heart beats firm within.

It seeks the paths that reason bars,

And dreams of dancing beneath the stars.

How frightening life’s silent scream,

To wake and find the world a dream.

Yet courage blooms when truth takes hold,

A love, unbroken, pure and bold.

THE WHISPERING GARDEN