In the silent room where stories once flowed, a writer's life remains etched in ink and solitude. This poem is a tribute to the unspoken sacrifices of storytellers—those who weave worlds and leave pieces of themselves within their words. It captures the haunting beauty of dedication, creativity, and the quiet passing of a life devoted to art.

Every encounter is a story, fleeting yet profound—a quiet symphony of shared moments. The People We Meet reflects on the invisible threads of human connection, the untold tales behind every passing glance and the fleeting beauty of intersecting lives. It’s an ode to the shared humanity that binds us, even in silence.

Innocence begins as a pure sapling in the soil of life, untouched by sorrow, thriving in the light of untainted beginnings. This poem reflects on the fragile beauty of our earliest moments, peeling away layer by layer with life’s trials, leaving behind traces of yearning for that lost purity.