My poems can make
you believe
I am the one
you dream of.

But I am sorry love,
I am the illusionist
you were never
destined to meet.

I don’t know
what makes us sweat
at midnight,
the summer
or the love.

I know I must
endure this suffering,
For there is no other way.
But I don’t know
how to bear the pain
The ache in my heart is real,
And it’s killing me
inch by inch.

I have lost the last shred of courage
Yet, beyond this pain,
I hope to remain,
reborn as Buddha again.

Sometimes we don’t realise the beauty of something we created until someone recognises it.

Maybe we are too humble to acknowledge our work is as good as someone else’s, or maybe we don’t have enough confidence to take pride in something we created.

I don’t know why!

PS: These paintings were done by my wife, and yet she still believes she can’t draw.

Let me know your comments on the above. Thank you!

I am the wizard
who can make you dream,
fall in love,
dance in the rain,
find peace,
and enlighten you.

Yes, I am a poet.

Until next time, good bye Georgia! Thank you for filling my hands with memories and my heart with love and kindness. ♥️🇬🇪

When the mountain smiles and the wind whispers to you, you’ll know you’re a mountain person.

Don’t wake me, I’m not dreaming. 🇬🇪 🌉

Mountains are mighty protectors, guardians of centuries-old tales. To hear their stories, you must bow in reverence. Then, the snow will smile upon you, and the trees will whisper their hidden truths. 🇬🇪 ⛰

Traveling is like reading a poem, every new path holds a new kind of magic. 🇬🇪✨