[tabby title="Poem"] The sunhas setin the West. And nowit risesin the East. The spiritof successmoves in cycles. The firstbecome last. The lastbecome first. Such isthe lawof history. As Asia rises,the worldenters a new dawn. For wisdomcame from the East. From...

[tabby title="Poem"] Deepin the forestsof the Amazon, I metthe ancient peopleof the trees. The Indigenous soulsof the Earth. Night fell slowlybeneath the canopy. Darkness breathedthrough the leaves. And therebefore the flames,the ceremony began. We movedaround the firelike forgotten spiritsreturning home....

[tabby title="Poem"] It was October 7thwhen I met Yevaon Malaya Bronnaya Street. The cold moved quietlythrough the city. Snow descended slowly—like white feathersfalling from heaven. And when I looked at her,something ancientstirred inside me. As if somewherebeyond memory,we had already...

[tabby title="Poem"] In the crooked streets of love,I was beaten—left,right,centre. Yet I remained standing. I was naivewhen she said,“Chanda, I love you.” I believed her. That was my error. Women do not love.They perform. Love, in their hands,is a theatre.A...

[tabby title="Poem"] I was not born ordinary. The heavens spokebefore I could. The Moon in Scorpio—silent,watching,knowing. The eighth house opened.And I sawwhat others hide. Pluto stood near.Saturn beside him. In the first house—they marked me. Since then,truth has no maskbefore...