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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.

After my eyes grew tired, I stepped outside the office to relax. I stood there for a while and noticed these plants growing in the middle of the desert and they brought me a sense of peace.

Framework for responding to a conversation that might have hurt you.

1. Analyze what they said: Reflect on the words and tone used.
2. Understand the meaning: Consider the intent behind the message.
3. Consider the reason: Think about why they might have said this.
4. Respond clearly and calmly: Share your perspective without escalation.
5. Show kindness and empathy: Approach the entire conversation with patience and compassion.

I don’t want a thing
on Saturday mornings
just my favorite songs
playing low.

I don’t want to leave the bed,
just stay there,
holding you tightly,
all day long.

Let me sit cross legged,
tea in one hand,
and you in the other
sipping both,
slowly.

It’s 10 p.m., I’m in bed
watching reels, and I’m bored.
Then the friends texted me,
“Let’s go for a walk,” and I said yes.

Now it’s 2:30 a.m., we’re still
roaming the streets,
Endless conversations
about nothing,
and everything under the sun.
The talks that make time feel unreal.

It’s hard to say goodbye
when we’re having
chocolate ice cream at midnight,
and laughing loud in the
yellow lighted roads.

We keep walking, still talking,
as someone says,
“The night is young,
and we have miles to go
before we sleep.”

Today, you murdered the innocent.
Those who were sharing meals with their
loved ones, those who were living
their dreams.

None of them had wronged you.
They had done nothing.
And still, you killed them
without mercy,
because of your f*cking terrorism.

We will let this haunt us, always,
We will carry this wound forever,
And we will not forgive you.

But remember this,
we will come for you.
And yes, you will pay the blood price,
for every life you took.

Until then, we stand together.
As we always have.
As we always will.

It’s just like a colorful movie,
where we wander
through an old Italian city.

In the morning,
we’ll share a Cornetto and cappuccino,
then ride an old motorcycle
through sunlit alleys,
keeping our hearts close.

At noon,
I’ll take your hand
and run with you through Naples,
where love lives forever.

In the evening,
under the golden hush of dusk,
I’ll wrap my arms around your neck
and kiss you, whispering:
“Ti amo con tutta l’anima.”

Here, I want us to live
like a timeless poem—
full of love, light, and magic.

Saturday evenings be like.

I want to be the sun, radiating my own light,
not the moon, borrowing its glow.

O baby, I miss you
in the soft, slow mornings,
in the hush of lazy noon,
and in the quiet of calm evenings.

You know I feel alone here.
I just want to come home
to run into your arms,
and kiss you like wildfire.

Let’s share a cup of tea,
under our fairy lights,
like old days.
Then we’ll
become one, like a prayer.