Illustration: AI Manora for and after Karachi Rivers run grey where humans are debris — the refusal of attainment — speaking of charity like it is a war on the verge of life’s final bed — a den of monogamy called sinless aspirations. This launch is a body of wood where lovers have scraped fate-lines with forked knives. A static of belligerent cries swirl as salt-air right here, in the middle parting of her hair; scalp white like the sea's tear-fomented froth, while all we did

“Whispers of Quiet Strength” is a gentle collection of poems born from silence, feeling, and lived moments. These poems rise from my journey as an artist and speak of women, love, and the quiet strength found in stillness. Written in simple, honest lines, they carry the same emotions that live within my art, offering reflection and healing. They softly share the stories behind my art and invite readers to pause, feel deeply, and connect with their own inner strength. This boo

Illustration: AI i am a worker, the only tree forgotten in a burning forest cheapest item of accounting records the saint who is locked...

Illustration: AI I live in the planet land made up of crust And I see no reason to be angry Why planet Earth is now sad And dirty from...