Category: CREATIVE SPACE
When the voices breathe my name

Step inside the mind haunted by voices which do not exist, where thoughts are borrowed, stolen, or leaked, and reality feels fragile. This poem conveys the fear, isolation, and confusion of living a life with schizophrenia, inviting readers to witness the invisible...

The quiet win

Since 2021, I’ve carried a flame, A public health vision — more than just a name. Not only data, not only a role, But healing that reaches heart and soul.

Forced Hong Bao

Curiously,

The consultation turned abruptly.

Journeying with cancer: A trilogy
First there was one and then two, and before I knew, there were one too many, counting made little sense, morphing new with exuberance, new is not progress, not always, I found, how can I complain, when, birthed from my own. They too are mine.
Violence has a familiar face

Violence has a familiar face Dark and dim Cold and close Sometimes almost innocent But rotten deep down Unleashed without a trigger Repeated without a care Sometimes, alas, even with a smile Before the beatings After the curses In a society that celeb...

Sea of Galilee

Written on the shore of the Sea of Galilee in Capernaum, Israel in May 2024, amidst the ongoing Israel-Hamas conflict that turned into one of the greatest humanitarian crises of the 21st century

The weight we carry

There’s a weight we carry, unseen, unnamed,

A quiet ache, a heart untamed.

It lingers in the daylight’s glow,

A shadow that refuses to let go.

Home truths: A crossword on the Earth and…
This crossword features terms that are associated with the growing worldwide concern of the well-being and sustainability of our environment — physical, biological, and social. The clues mention the number of letters in each word/part of the solution, and if the solution is an abbreviation.
Beauty under the blade
In “Beauty under the blade”, the poet seeks to reveal the contrast between surface beauty with inner turmoil, using striking imagery to uncover profound truths beneath the surface.
I’d like to die only once
So, what if I smell, speak and look different,

So, what if I am drugged and obtunded?

I can still sense,

My emotions are not blunted.

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