Coffee Plants and Endless Thoughts!

Standing at the edge of the moving train, Between the realms of entrain and detrain, The soothing sun kissed my skin with warmth— It set beyond the west coast horizon, slow. Life trembled in the cradle of my palms— Both life and death, a matter of grip and slip. The red arid land, tilled and blooming with breath, Coconut, palm, and mango trees scattered in rhythm. Powerless wires pulsed with quiet fury, While motionless tracks ran wild beside me, Reflecting silver light—mellow yet piercing— As shrubs danced in the warm wind’s whisper. The journey stretched beyond the yonder, Carrying souls like feathers to their doorsteps yet Ponder, This train, like life, shared one start and one end, Moving us forward, each with our silent ache. The summer sun flaunted its golden pride As leaves turned color in surrender and silence. The pages of old books fluttered in remembrance— Of lives unread, yet deeply lived. We cannot leave too soon, nor linger too long; The world around us carved rules in st...

They saw a smile  but never asked what cracked behind the curve. The crescent moon— a sliver of light draped in red, shining like a bruise in the sky— just like him. He wore kindness like armor, but it rusted under ridicule. Called names— Emo, Geek, Closeted, Freak. Bullied by the world, mocked in the safe space, silenced at home. Where emotions were met with, "Man up. Grow up." as if crying were a crime and silence a solution. He was told his pain was weakness. That his softness made him pathetic. That if he wanted to survive, he needed a thick skin— while they sharpened their knives and laughed behind his back. They told him women are too emotional but gave no space for men to feel. They called him a disappointment when he broke, then blamed him for breaking. They said, "You’re just sensitive." as if sensitivity were a flaw, as if rage wasn’t their own legacy wrapped in silence and passed down like inheritance. He kept words instead of weapons, hoping words...