Category: Fragmented Self – babel.

“Every soul that is birthed a whole – Fragmented by an imposed societal role”

“Till we’re one. Till you can remember some moment before you were here, and you were I.”

“Destruction is hovering above the skies, on top of the farmer’s valley, watching his cattle grazing the fresh grass.”

“Do you see the Human, Being, Memory, and Hope as a Fusion? Or is the world a beautiful illusion…”

“for some storms are to be weathered, not subdued, just hold on to the fragments of fortune”

“Seeing the flower, You will recognise yourself, And my grave too”

“You are the flower that blooms in the dune for even the heat and Sol couldn’t extinguish the flames of survival in your heart. You’re the Tree of Life whose shade harbors Nature. And you’re the answer to why I exist.”

“And we lie engulfed – in a sheet of complete harmony and peace.”

“My whole self is a mystery to me, yet you pictured me – as if I am a tragedy or made of ecstasy.”

“Beat addiction, red wine and beers.”

“What is this? A flower. Flowers scattered everywhere. Didn’t I just buy a bunch – To spread on somebody’s grave”

“I hang onto you for another summer of this year . . . Like the last rain who’s too scared to arrive”

“Taking my intentions, my darkness, my material with you . . . Will you go back to where you came from, my drop?”

The grief and that girl befriended this phrase . . . “This womb will never heal”.

“Maybe like Eurydice and Orpheus, we are forever destined to be apart.”

“It was precisely because I was dead – liberated from my material body – that I could see.”