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.

Dear younger me,

I know you
somewhere from the past.
You made mistakes,
your heart is broken,
and you’ve lost your way.

I want to tell you,
it’s okay to be wounded
and scared.
You will get a chance
to heal,
and you will find
the courage to get up again.

Until then,
keep going.

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.

He thought tequila
gave him the most
sudden ignition,
until he kissed her
for the first time.

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.

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.