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Welcome Home, Joy
Day 154 of 2026. The current of life swept me all over the place. It took me a while to find my footing again, only I didn’t become grounded. I found my momentum by learning to let go and flow with the tide of life. Surrender and openness are the secrets to joy. They always… Read more
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Who is a true poet?
A poet is someone who has woken up to the great secret: that life is all about living in the moment. The enemy of poetry is overthinking, ego and identity obsession, and disconnection from the moment. The game of life is to avoid them. When you live in the moment, your heart, mind and soul… Read more
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The Jestora Manifesto
I like people who move through life on their own terms who laugh at the world and still stay themselves. Nasruddin Khoja, also called Nasruddin Hojja or Johar, is one of those people who inspired me. His stories, his humor, and his way of being completely himself effortlessly made me stop and think. I clicked… Read more
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Why Jestora?
Introduction Identity matters. Most people have their identity defined by the external world. They take it seriously. It’s life or death for them and there is no humour, honesty or even a playful attitude about such a topic. In this blog post I will discuss how I found my own pen/artistic name and how this… Read more
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The Essence of My Poetry
My Story There was a moment that changed everything for me. I was moved by Rumi’s poetry, and in that instant I realized that poetry has the power to move us in ways nothing else can. Words on a page could touch the heart, lift the spirit, and open a door to meaning. That was… Read more
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Reason Rejoices
There is a picture of the thinking person that most of us carry without ever choosing it. The figure is alone. The room is dark, or if not dark then grey, lit by a single lamp. The face is serious, a little tired, set against the world rather than turned toward it. To think, in… Read more
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Everything I Needed to Know, a Flower Already Knew
A regular Thursday in Amsterdam taught me everything. A walk along the river, a conversation about the future, a wheat flower I didn’t expect to find, and the quiet realisation that the most beautiful thing I could do is simply be myself. This is that afternoon, and the poem it became. Read more
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The Deepest Part
The deepest part of me is my longing for you. Deeper than my biggest questions. Stronger than my fears. I was twenty one when I first fell in love and I thought that was the end of the story. I was wrong. It was only the beginning of learning what love actually costs. Read more
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What I learnt/remembered during my hiatus….
For a long time I thought I had to find an identity or a philosophy to hold in my poetry. I got obsessed with this and fell into a trap. It distracted me from why I became a poet in the first place. The reality is that being a poet doesn’t mean struggling to hold… Read more
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