'Poets have the tendency to think that God gives us pain like trees give us oxygen. As the pain inflicted on our souls is from something else. Something bigger and mighty that only hurt us and demands that we plead for forgiveness in return. But there's nothing up there right? Nothing, but an illusion created by us.'

Echoes From The Upper Shelf is a tough journey through memory, feeling and the unspoken corners of experience. This collection captures the whispers of the living room, revealing hidden emotions, fleeting moments, and the subtle rhythms of life that often go unheard, but echoes. And with that said, I invite readers to the upper shelf.

I dwell in the quiet spaces where memory, emotion, and the dark collide.