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Eighty Springs Since Buchenwald
Eighty years ago, Buchenwald concentration camp was liberated, revealing the horrific suffering endured by thousands of victims. Under brutal Nazi rule, countless lives were lost to violence, starvation, and forced labor. The liberation marked both an end to this chapter of terror and a solemn reminder of the depths of human cruelty.
Eighty springs have bloomed and gone, Since gates wer...Monday 14th April 2025 7:19 am
The Thinker’s Soliloquy
They call it strange—this habit of speaking aloud, to oneself, thinking alone, and questioning everything. But science has spoken: those who talk to themselves sharpen their minds, embrace chaos, and thrive on challenge. This poem is a tribute to the self-speakers, the deep thinkers, the quiet geniuses who refuse to silence their brilliance.
They point, they whisper, they call it absurd—
Ye...
Thursday 3rd April 2025 12:32 pm
Even if it’s me
Even if it’s me
The cause and effect
Of this love that burns endlessly
And in the end, dissolves within me
Even if it’s me
The shadow that waits for you
In the randomness of late hours
On empty streets where memory falls
It doesn’t matter what they say
Or what they think of us
What is love if not the pain
That inhabits what makes us alone?
Even if it’s me
The one who gets lost,
...
Wednesday 5th February 2025 5:51 am
Roots
Life is solid, made of earth and stone,
of roots that sink deep into the silence of the soil.
Each step, an echo in the field of time,
each breath, a reminder that we are (in)finite.
There is strength in the winds we cannot see
and in the falling leaves that fear not the winter.
Love is not fleeting, but like the rock,
firm, built in the fissures of being.
And when the sky closes,
when th...
Friday 24th January 2025 5:16 am
Kaleidoscope Memory
Like the first mirror reflects whats before it
I live in the past
Anchored by my commitments
I failed to take that class
The angle of time constricts at a point
Silent in its steps despite how vast
Ranging millenia little by little
The promise is a lie you can not outlast
Through the scope I inspect my thought
Regret is not the word because I have made peace
Feel the grip of anxi...
Monday 13th January 2025 12:50 pm
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