Ballad
Modern Brutus
The betrayal of Brutus today is manifested in the stabs of colleagues who wear the mask of loyalty while conspiring behind the scenes. These are not physical daggers, but rather the assassination of trust and credibility in the corridors of power and corporations. It is the cry of "Even you?" upon discovering that a friend or partner has sacrificed their most cherished values for personal advancement or immediate gain, confirming that treachery remains the most lethal force.
By Mo,Ghandour2 months ago in Poets
The Soul's Fasting
Solitude is not the absence of people, but a concentrated presence of the self. In the realm of silence, the masks of external clamor fall away, and the soul retrieves its native tongue. Here, being alone becomes a window to eavesdrop on wisdom, a safe harbor from which original thoughts set sail. It is not an escape, but a mandatory fast from distraction, so we may return to the world possessing an internal compass that never fades.
By Mo,Ghandour2 months ago in Poets
Echoes of the Soul
We do not seek truth outside, but for the echo reverberating within the depths of the soul. Every mirror in the world is a deception, save the one that reflects the fissure of silence inside us. Only the cracks tell the story of creation; how many times we had to break to realize that light dwells in the voids, and that life is but the audacity of living in the in-between.
By Mo,Ghandour2 months ago in Poets
