a daylight dream

We have this beautiful whisper in our bodies which guides through this vessel I call truth. This whisper just knows what it’s saying. It knows, midst your confusion, the right thing to do. This whisper is our heart. I think we’ve been told not to listen to our hearts and have developed this negative image towards our feelings. We discard them at times, thinking they’re primitive and misleading. But I’ve just had an experience which proved completely otherwise, and I am willing to share it for I think it has turned so many things around. I must say that not all of us are wired to trust our hearts. Some of us can see clearly through their minds’ calculations and interpretations, while others can be grounded with the stability of their bodies. That’s okay. We all need to be honest in the path leading to self-understanding and discovery, to know how we feel alive. Last September, I silently told myself to let my heart go for a while and focus on using my mind in all si...

January is already over, peeps. The very first month of a new year. Honestly, I’m still astounded by how quickly time seems to fly and create all those wonderful memories. Such a lovely, grounding thought. The thing about time is that, it makes sense when it is encompassed by memories and moments in which you truly felt vividly alive. There is a differential significance in each passing day. So, January. Challenging yet lovely. I started my new year with the event I organised at school and it made all the difference to succeed and watch it spread inspiration like fairy dust. I can’t believe it worked, you know? I’m always so doubtful and have faith in the existence of failure, and it always chases me around wherever I go. I’m very thankful for taking the risk to actually lead a team and take my daylight dreams to the real light. January made me believe in the importance of empowering myself with those dreams of mine and doing whatever it takes to make them come true. It’s ...

It begins with shedding petals, And hostile winds, A tear-stained face, An echo of grief, A grey loneliness, Embracing brokenness. Tears dry, ‘Neath the sunlight, There forms, A subtle smile, But the heart is numb, It cannot truly speak, Nor love anyone, When it’s broken— A silence has begun. A silence I discover, I wrap it gently, Lay my head on its shoulder. ‘‘Tis my only company, It’s my only truth, Shouldn’t my dreams collide, And become the moon? A reality in the still skies, In a puddle, Lies a reflection of its own. And my dreams touch my skin, Set my eyes ablaze, To see colours in omens, A language to translate, I feel grief transcending, To an art and a command, A mission of beauty, As the waves caress the sand, Leaving jewels behind, In seashells,  With truth intwined. As the seashells open, And the truth reveals, Beauty becomes, A view of the unearthly. It opens a heart, To the...