Tag: poem

  • Purchase Art I don’t just love you—I tune to you,like moonlight learning the language of tide,like a room going quietso one soft note can rise. Your laugh is the rhythmmy restless heart obeys.Your name is a chordmy whole life wants to play. When the world comes in loud,you don’t fight it—you bring it into balance,turning sharp edges into music,turning “almost” into home.

  • Rooftop Garden at Dusk

    The algorithms know us better now than we Know our own neighbors through the manufactured walls, While climate refugees crowd embassy halls And currencies collapse in bytes set free. The old order frays—no center left to hold— As water wars replace the oil campaigns, And AI harvests data like acid rains That corrode what democracy we sold. Yet somewhere gardens grow on rooftops still, And strangers share their bread when systems fail, The young build…