Behind The Eyelids

This is not a book of rhymes. It is a book of pauses. Of what we feel but never tell. Of what we bury so we can keep breathing.This collection is an intimate tapestry of raw feelings, observations, and emotionscapturing the fleeting, unspoken moments that shape us. These pages are for anyone who has driftedat a desk, in traffic, in the kitcheninto that familiar ache of remembering, longing, loving, or losing. Here, words step in where silence lingers, offering a quiet companionship. A book for those who carry more in their hearts than they ever say aloud.