Desk

A collection of tiny musings, poetry, and wanderings. · 61

I'll meet you

I’ll meet you
In the space between darkness and light,
where everything feels divine.

And there, I’ll kiss you
like the very first time,
even after a million times.

Hope

Baby, I am in love with the
sparks inside you.
Can I call it hope?

Maybe it’s you, or myself.
I’m not sure
maybe it’s both of us.

But I know it’s the
angel we dreamed of
for centuries.

Can we call it hope?

Take me home

Take me home, country roads
the place where we
met in the evenings,
The place where we played
and laughed together.

The place where our
hearts broke when the
good byes happened.
And there is where our
childhood memories
stay alive.

I hope we shall
meet there soon.

You are not the system; you are part of it.

Life is a series of roles we play, each one precious and unique in its own way. Whether you are a son, a father, a junior engineer, a secretary, or even someone who feels like they own nothing, you have something to offer and something to enjoy. Don’t let the struggles and chaos of each role overwhelm you; one day, you might no longer have the opportunity to play that role. The saddest part is, realizing its value only after it’s gone. So, cherish your time here, have fun, and make it beautiful.

Always remember, you are not the system; you are part of it.

Rare mix

I don’t want to be an original,
I have learned, inspired,
and stolen from everything I have seen.
I want to be a rare mix.