About this ebook
Here, love is remembered not as a soft, pastel memory but as a living force—one that kissed a forehead, held a body, and then, in time, slipped away. The signatures on the separation papers feel like blades, and the poem itself becomes a storm: a suffocating ocean of choices, a mountain of impossible metaphors, a cliff from which the self is thrown into the open sky.
Yet the fall is not the end it is the beginning of a deeper inquiry.
There is truth: that greed hollows the soul, that longing without cherishing turns warmth into frost.
This collection is not a linear journey.
It is a spiral—falling, rising, dissolving, returning.
It is a requiem for love, a meditation on identity, a lament for a fractured world, and a quiet search for peace in the ruins.
To read these poems is to walk through the corridors of a mind unafraid to break open, unafraid to bleed, unafraid to ask the questions that have no answers.
It is to witness a soul learning, slowly, painfully, beautifully, how to let go.
