Another Ramadan begins while I am neither anchored to the ground nor claimed by the sky — a wandering soul crossing the clouds, drifting between memories and miles!
Flying on 1st day of Ramadhan is bittersweet— I will watch region celebrate first breakfast below with their loved one’s, I will hover here, suspended between heaven and earth, cradling my solitude like a secret hunger!
At that moment, I were undeniably , the youngest elder and the oldest youth! A temporal paradox - A soul straddled an intangible axis where wisdom's twilight witnessed innocence's first light!
ON DISTANCE - Closeness is existence in the distance - Distance allows things to dissolve, to foresee an existence in which distance is annihilated! #Reflection