And led me safely, hand in hand.
And now, as life moves ever on,
Your lessons linger, your light not gone.
For even when the years grow wide,
You’re here, my Mum, my constant guide.
How little we knew, how blind we’d been,
To all the love you wove unseen.
Your laughter brightened endless skies,
Your happiness, the greatest prize.
So today I say, with every breath,
Your love transcends both time and death.
Mum, my anchor, my closest friend,
Your legacy of love will never end.
To Mum:
The truest word my heart ever knew, the most sacred bond my soul ever held. This is for you – my everything, my always, my forever.
I LOVE TO SPEAK AND LEAVE
“Words unspoken are like shadows at dusk—their absence lingers, haunting, shaping what might have been. After my first debate at law school, I found myself at odds with the words I left unspoken. There is something haunting about what remains unfinished. This is what I wrote that evening.”
I love to speak and then depart,
Leaving words to haunt the heart.
To flee, unbound by whispered dreams,
Deaf to life’s hasty schemes.
I love to leave my verse undone,
With dots where meaning is overrun.
Reflections linger—just behold,
The torment they weave, so bitter, so bold.
Beneath the gossamer veil of speech,
A soulful haven lies to reach.
Amid the throngs of fleeting forms,
Resides the eternal, untouched by storms.
I WANT TO BE MYSELF
“The wind along the coast speaks not to our ears but to the quiet places within, calling us to remember who we are. Walking along the Amalfi Coast, I felt the breeze call me. It wasn’t the wind or the sea – it was something from within, asking me to be true to myself.”
I want to be myself, unbound,
Not another’s shadow found.
A wind that dances on ocean streams,
Or a breeze that brushes through fleeting dreams.
The waves hold magic, fierce yet pure,
A silent power that will endure.
I long to rise, a bird set free,
To soar through skies of infinity.
Not shaped by hands of another’s art,
But true to the rhythm of my heart.
I seek to rise where my spirit dwells,
Not someone else—but myself, and well.
LOVE CASTS US INTO THE ABYSS
“Love is the fire that lights the heavens and scorches the earth. It leaves nothing untouched. After visiting an exhibition on passion in Italian Renaissance art, I was struck by the intensity of love’s duality—how it uplifts and destroys all at once. That night, I wrote this.”
Love casts us into the abyss,
A dream of tomorrow’s bliss.
“You rise and cannot see,”
Cries the star, disgraced and free.
Love burns the heart, consumes the soul,