One day Buddha decided to go away for a little while. he asked his chief disciples like Ananda, shariputra and others to stay back at the monastery while he ventured out on his own. It was most unusual because generally Buddha went, he was accompanied by his devotees and disciples who doted on him and revered him more than their own lives. They always wanted to be around to behold his beautiful form, to listen to his tranquil words, and above all just to serve him. but, this time, budhha instructed them not to follow him until he said otherwise. Exploring new places, as he walked from one village to another, many people did not recognize him. They didn't think he was Gautam Buddha because there was no entourage, there was no crowd. He was wandering like any other monk, discreet and alone. On the way, Buddha approached a man for alms. The man, however, was distraught and livid for his only cow had just died a few minutes ago. In a fit of rage, he began shouting at Bud...
I’m an advocate who overthinks—turning tangled thoughts into words, hoping they pass for poetry. Writing is both my escape and my way of making sense of the world, where logic meets emotion in the rhythm of a line. Poetry is important to me because it gives structure to chaos, voice to the unspoken, and meaning to moments that might otherwise slip away. Through poetry, I navigate advocacy, introspection, and the ever-complicated human experience, one verse at a time.