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The Sum Of Thee

In the silence, where shadows drift,
In shock, the road I walk I cannot lift,
Each step a weight, each breath a sigh,
Chasing impenetrable shadows I cannot deny.

The looped-echoes of a past mistake
Whisper softly, making my soul shake,
A thick chain of guilt, a thread of shame,
Binding me to a particular prehistoric…

The Quiet Hum Of Life

In the quiet hum of life’s embrace,
We grow, we learn, we find our place.
Maturing with each gradual step we take,
Accountable for all misadventures we make.

With tender hands, we hold the ones we love,
Beneath the setting suns, a 💯% and above.
Our umbilical bond, the fuel that lets us live.
A mutualistic…

POEM: Chronicles of A Love Affair 

Chronicles of A Love Affair

It was the first time we made eye contact
The intrinsic initiation of our blossoming love
The beginning of an authentic romance enriched with compassion and friendship, resulting in it being sealed in the form of a devotional contract
Its purity was as brighter and whiter than a…

My First Crush: A Journey of Self discovery

The intensity of my first crush was like a tidal wave, sweeping me up in its powerful tide. I was just a young girl, barely 10 years old, yet I felt like I was drowning in the depths of my emotions. Ken, a tall and handsome boy, became the…

Embracing Salvation: A life changing encounter

As I continued on my journey after my failed relationship with Brian, I began to feel a deep sense of emptiness inside. I tried to fill it with entertainment, parties, and food, but nothing seemed to satisfy me. I felt lost and alone, like I was wandering through a…

I Will Survive, I Will Rise – Poem By Makanakaishe Gunda

I may be brought to my knees,
But I am not weak.
Though tears may fall from pain,
Frustration, and disappointment,
I will rise with a proud smile,
Filled with fulfillment, peace, and strength.

I may stumble and fall,
But I am not a failure.
Failure is not defined by falling
It’s about staying down.
And I refuse to…

The Unexpected Turn

A writer’s pen was my heart’s desire,
To weave tales and make words conspire,
But parents’ wishes, a different path chose,
A nurse’s care, my soul’s repose.

Yet fate had other plans, it seemed,
For business management, my skills beamed,
A different dream, a new design,
A journey unexpected, yet mine.

Though words still whisper in my…