Home is a feeling

Home was once stranger an empty building without any memories. It’s walls were intact, doors and windows too. As time went by, home became a friend, it started to fill up with laughter and wine stains on the carpet. Finally home became a part of me I never knew I had. It reflected my insightContinue reading “Home is a feeling”

Can we be friends?

Podemos ser amigas? (Spanish) Peut-on etre amis?(French) Possiamo essere amci?(Italian) Kodi ti nga kale abwenzi?(nyanja) Singaba abangane?(ZULU) CAN WE BE FRIENDS? One day when the night calls and darkness covers the land, I hope you’ll be there with me to hold my hand till the morning comes.I hope that when that day comes, you andContinue reading “Can we be friends?”

Tale of the flawed spirit 1(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Sometimes; I wish I were perfect. Making only the best decisions, I would have everyone’s respect. In some moments; I wish I were infallible, Completely ideal, Lacking a single flaw. But other times; My errors paint onto me- Like painted imagery on a canvas, They give me identity. Sometimes; I accept my flawed self- ButContinue reading “Tale of the flawed spirit 1(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

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