31 Oct 2020
Poetry

Fantasy World 

September is a month of ambiguity and translucency – summer still lingers yet autumn whispers in the wind. On a warm September afternoon, I wrote this poem reflecting on the past, the present and the future, the impalpable transition from childhood and innocence to adulthood. And, as it always happens, the more I ask, the more questions I have.

Poetry

Alone 

Most of us live in big cities full of lights, people, sounds, colors and dreams, and most of the time this would make us feel comfortable and secure, as if we belong to something bigger and very important. However, sometimes the bright lights look cold as ice, the crowds seem astonishingly disinterested in one’s ups and downs, and the vivid dreams turn into terrible nightmares. This is when we realize that the world could be an incredibly lonely place where one’s reality is twisting and turning.

Essays

Late Night Thoughts 

“Late Night Thoughts” is a piece of writing I wrote one night lying in bed when I suddenly grabbed a pen and started pouring down some words and incoherent thoughts. I wasn’t sure what had become out of this, but it actually made a lot of sense to me when I read it. Hope it makes just a speck of sense to you.

Poetry

Upon My Grave 

Would you remember me if I was gone? Would you read my letters and poems thinking about the moments we never had, imagining we could have another chance – in another life, on another planet, at a different time? Don’t answer, don’t.