“The evening had surrendered to the quiet embrace of twilight, the sky a soft canvas of fading hues. Trees stood as shadows against the horizon, their silhouettes etched in stillness. A silver thread of moonlight spilled across the waves, weaving the realms of reality and reverie. In that sacred stillness, words rose unbidden, fragile and eternal, carried on the breath of the night.”

I whisper to you:

“With you, it feels like the wind—

Unseen, unbound, yet endlessly kind.”

Your gaze, a flame both fierce and free,

Writes silent verses in eternity.

Did you forget? My heart still dreams,

Of echoes carried on love’s streams.

The night, once tangled, now unwinds,

In your light, my soul resigns.

I know the ache, the breaking soul,

How shadows linger, take their toll.

Yet love endures, with wings to fly,

Through tempest winds, toward your sky.

Your eyes, an ocean—boundless, deep,

A tide that holds, where secrets sleep.

Within their depths, I am whole,

A flower reborn, a mended soul.

Are you a dream? A fleeting glow?

A trace of stars, or truths I know?

Are you eternal, or just the rain—

A moment lost, then found again?

I cannot place where you abide,

In waking worlds or hearts that hide.

But you are mine, my steadfast grace,

A love no time or storm could erase.

“‘Mum’ – the first word I ever truly understood. It means love without limits, support without conditions, wisdom without arrogance, and joy so boundless it lights up the darkest days. A name that holds the universe of my heart.”

A TRIBUTE TO MY MUM

The day I opened my eyes to this earth,

It wasn’t the world I saw, but your worth.

With brown eyes deep as autumn’s hue,

A gaze so wise, forever true.

Your hands, so gentle, held my own,

Guiding me softly to the unknown.

Your hair, kissed by the sun’s embrace,

Framed the kindness etched on your face.

Through every tear, through every fear,

Your voice became the song I’d hear.

You held me close when the nights grew long,

Your love, my fortress, unwavering and strong.

You taught me courage, to stand up tall,

To rise with pride when the world would call.

You showed me beauty in the simplest things,

In whispered prayers and angel’s wings.

A clever mind, a heart so pure,

A friend, a guide, a love so sure.

You judged me fair, yet never cruel,

Your wisdom, Mum, my greatest school.

You gave your all, your dreams, your days,

So I might live in brighter ways.

You built a bridge where none could stand,

And led me safely, hand in hand.

And now, as life moves ever on,

Your lessons linger, your light not gone.

For even when the years grow wide,

You’re here, my Mum, my constant guide.

How little we knew, how blind we’d been,

To all the love you wove unseen.

Your laughter brightened endless skies,

Your happiness, the greatest prize.

So today I say, with every breath,

Your love transcends both time and death.

Mum, my anchor, my closest friend,

Your legacy of love will never end.

To Mum: 

The truest word my heart ever knew, the most sacred bond my soul ever held. This is for you – my everything, my always, my forever.

“Words unspoken are like shadows at dusk—their absence lingers, haunting, shaping what might have been. After my first debate at law school, I found myself at odds with the words I left unspoken. There is something haunting about what remains unfinished. This is what I wrote that evening.”

I love to speak and then depart,

Leaving words to haunt the heart.

To flee, unbound by whispered dreams,

Deaf to life’s hasty schemes.

I love to leave my verse undone,

With dots where meaning is overrun.

Reflections linger—just behold,

The torment they weave, so bitter, so bold.

Beneath the gossamer veil of speech,

A soulful haven lies to reach.

Amid the throngs of fleeting forms,

Resides the eternal, untouched by storms.

“The wind along the coast speaks not to our ears but to the quiet places within, calling us to remember who we are. Walking along the Amalfi Coast, I felt the breeze call me. It wasn’t the wind or the sea – it was something from within, asking me to be true to myself.”

I want to be myself, unbound,

Not another’s shadow found.

A wind that dances on ocean streams,

Or a breeze that brushes through fleeting dreams.

The waves hold magic, fierce yet pure,

A silent power that will endure.

I long to rise, a bird set free,

To soar through skies of infinity.

Not shaped by hands of another’s art,

But true to the rhythm of my heart.

I seek to rise where my spirit dwells,

Not someone else—but myself, and well.

“Love is the fire that lights the heavens and scorches the earth. It leaves nothing untouched. After visiting an exhibition on passion in Italian Renaissance art, I was struck by the intensity of love’s duality—how it uplifts and destroys all at once. That night, I wrote this.”

Love casts us into the abyss,