PinnedIn TransitThe airport hums, a fleeting song, Where endless queues keep moving long. Goodbyes are whispered, soft, unsure, A mix of laughter, love…Sep 7Sep 7
Samarkand : Where Heaven Meets StoneBeneath the hush of desert skies, Where ancient dreams and dawn arise, Lies Samarkand, a whispered prayer, A sacred breath in mortal…Nov 1Nov 1
Travel may gift the soul its wingsBaku sang to me in whispers of wind, Caspian breezes where stories begin. Stone streets glowing in the autumn light, Laughter of…Sep 14Sep 14
Streets of Songs and Sunsets . . .The street is golden, bathed in flame, As sunset whispers freedom’s name. People gather, side by side, From every culture, far and wide.Sep 7Sep 7
And the mountains echoed . . .They say, when you don’t know what to do, turn inward, begin by pursuing you. I try each day, though the path feels blind, a looping…Aug 26Aug 26
The Rut . . .The clock repeats its hollow song, days march in lines, all gray, all long. I wake, I work, I breathe, I sleep, a cycle wound too tight…Aug 24Aug 24
Unspoken AcheHer father looked, yet could not see, his gentle eyes lost memory. For just a moment, cold and grim, she was a stranger — unknown to…Aug 23Aug 23
When Demons Dance . . .I will not have you soft and still, As if your soul were free of ache, As if your nights had never known The quiet howl a heart can make.Aug 4Aug 4
“The Inbetweens”In the hush between the thunderclaps, Where silence hums but never sings, There lies a place the world forgets — The quiet ache of…Jul 30Jul 30
