When your gaze found mine, the whole world swayed, As if the earth had missed a hidden beat; The sunlight suddenly grew unafraid, Then melted like warm gold around my feet. I tried to look away, but something stayed, A trembling little universe in you; My eyes became two doors I could not close, And every secret seemed to wander through. I felt my cheeks turn roses in the rain, A sudden fire underneath my skin; The stars began to whisper my sweet shame, While little suns kept blooming from within. Your eyes were not just eyes, they were a place, A strange blue room where gravity was gone; I wandered through the silence of your gaze And somehow lost the person I was on. My heartbeat stumbled, then forgot its name, It ran barefoot through corridors of light; I blushed as though the moon had called me beautiful, Then hid my face from heaven's watching sight. The trees leaned closer, jealous of the view, The flowers opened wider just to see; Even the wind became unusually shy, As thoug...
Death is not waiting at the end of the road. It is the road. It is the quiet thread stitched beneath every morning, the invisible hand turning the pages while we are still reading. We speak of death as though it were somewhere else, a distant country, a locked door, a name we whisper when the night becomes too honest. But death has never lived elsewhere. It has been breathing inside every breath we took. It was there when our mothers first held us, when our tiny hands closed around a finger, when we learned our first word, when we laughed so hard we forgot the world existed. Even then, time was already carrying us away. Nobody escapes. Not the man who builds a palace against the sky. Not the woman whose beauty makes mirrors jealous. Not the scholar who fills rooms with knowledge. Not the beggar who owns nothing but his shadow. The crown eventually becomes dust. The photograph fades. The strongest name becomes an unanswered question. And the grave does not recognize wealth. Death does n...