Sweat
I don’t know
what makes us sweat
at midnight,
the summer
or the love.
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.
We are all lost in some way or another
on the road to home.
Some are still searching.
Some fall apart along the path.
Only a few ever find it.
I hope you do.
The main issue in life is not having clarity about what you want. Without clarity, you can’t focus on the things that matter.
Without focus, you will be distracted by countless things and the noise around you. These distractions will affect every decision you make. Over time, this can cause you to lose yourself and your dreams.
To achieve your dreams, you need laser-sharp focus. But focus begins with clarity. First, define what your dreams are. A simple way to start is by writing them down.
Create a clear, intentional list of what you want to achieve in life. Then, commit to focusing only on what truly matters.
He thought tequila
gave him the most
sudden ignition,
until he kissed her
for the first time.
If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die. ― Mik Everett
You can reread the above quote to this: “If the person dear to you is an artist, you can never die.”
Yes, because they will carry you in their art pieces. If they are a writer, they will hide you between the lines of their favorite poems or stories. If they are a photographer, you will be in their photos forever. If they are a musician, they will blend you into the rhythm. If they are a painter, they will add you into the corners of their canvas. And the list goes on.
You will be forever engraved in their art, sometimes in plain sight, sometimes hidden. When others see the art, the artist will see you.
We will meet again
in an unknown universe,
where I am the wizard,
and you, my witch
where I will cast
the most divine spell:
“Tvayi prema karomi.”
Beneath the raining stars,
We will fall in love again,
after a million lifetimes.
Framework for responding to a conversation that might have hurt you.