Kamran Alam Khan
@kamranalamkhan.bsky.social
Philosophy and Poetry
There comes a point
when even desire
stops shouting.
Not because it is solved
but because it understands
I am not negotiating anymore.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
December 6, 2025 at 2:43 PM
There comes a point
when even desire
stops shouting.
Not because it is solved
but because it understands
I am not negotiating anymore.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
Silence is no longer absence.
It is the room
my thoughts move into
when they are tired
of explaining themselves.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
December 6, 2025 at 2:37 PM
Silence is no longer absence.
It is the room
my thoughts move into
when they are tired
of explaining themselves.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
When everything falls quiet,
I discover new weather
the wind of unspoken things,
the long horizon
where feeling walks
without needing a name.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
I discover new weather
the wind of unspoken things,
the long horizon
where feeling walks
without needing a name.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
December 6, 2025 at 2:36 PM
When everything falls quiet,
I discover new weather
the wind of unspoken things,
the long horizon
where feeling walks
without needing a name.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
I discover new weather
the wind of unspoken things,
the long horizon
where feeling walks
without needing a name.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
I do not meditate.
I simply stop
adding anything.
The silence that remains
is not spiritual
just what survives
after speech gives up.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
I simply stop
adding anything.
The silence that remains
is not spiritual
just what survives
after speech gives up.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
December 6, 2025 at 2:29 PM
I do not meditate.
I simply stop
adding anything.
The silence that remains
is not spiritual
just what survives
after speech gives up.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
I simply stop
adding anything.
The silence that remains
is not spiritual
just what survives
after speech gives up.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
Parts of me fall off
and settle somewhere
I cannot follow.
The past becomes
its own landscape,
and I become
a quieter animal.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
and settle somewhere
I cannot follow.
The past becomes
its own landscape,
and I become
a quieter animal.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
December 6, 2025 at 2:27 PM
Parts of me fall off
and settle somewhere
I cannot follow.
The past becomes
its own landscape,
and I become
a quieter animal.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
and settle somewhere
I cannot follow.
The past becomes
its own landscape,
and I become
a quieter animal.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
What I lose each year
is not memory,
but the pressure
to keep proving
that I exist.
Erosion feels like peace
only because resistance weakens first.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
is not memory,
but the pressure
to keep proving
that I exist.
Erosion feels like peace
only because resistance weakens first.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
December 6, 2025 at 2:26 PM
What I lose each year
is not memory,
but the pressure
to keep proving
that I exist.
Erosion feels like peace
only because resistance weakens first.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
is not memory,
but the pressure
to keep proving
that I exist.
Erosion feels like peace
only because resistance weakens first.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
Nothing dramatic
just a slow leak
in the container
where I store
my importance.
One morning I will notice
I no longer refill it.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
December 6, 2025 at 2:25 PM
Nothing dramatic
just a slow leak
in the container
where I store
my importance.
One morning I will notice
I no longer refill it.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
The self is not a fortress
but a stone in a river.
Not conquered,
just rounded
by the simple insistence
of days.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
but a stone in a river.
Not conquered,
just rounded
by the simple insistence
of days.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
December 6, 2025 at 2:24 PM
The self is not a fortress
but a stone in a river.
Not conquered,
just rounded
by the simple insistence
of days.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
but a stone in a river.
Not conquered,
just rounded
by the simple insistence
of days.
#poetrysky #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #poetry
Time does not take anything suddenly.
It rubs the edges,
softens the certainties,
fills the cracks with silence
until the shape of “I”
is no longer worth defending.
#poem #poet #poetry #blueskypoetry #poetrycommunity
It rubs the edges,
softens the certainties,
fills the cracks with silence
until the shape of “I”
is no longer worth defending.
#poem #poet #poetry #blueskypoetry #poetrycommunity
December 6, 2025 at 2:21 PM
Time does not take anything suddenly.
It rubs the edges,
softens the certainties,
fills the cracks with silence
until the shape of “I”
is no longer worth defending.
#poem #poet #poetry #blueskypoetry #poetrycommunity
It rubs the edges,
softens the certainties,
fills the cracks with silence
until the shape of “I”
is no longer worth defending.
#poem #poet #poetry #blueskypoetry #poetrycommunity
I used to fear
the empty room in me.
Now I walk there
barefoot,
listening to the echoes
until even echoes
realize they can rest.
#poet #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity
the empty room in me.
Now I walk there
barefoot,
listening to the echoes
until even echoes
realize they can rest.
#poet #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity
December 6, 2025 at 2:18 PM
I used to fear
the empty room in me.
Now I walk there
barefoot,
listening to the echoes
until even echoes
realize they can rest.
#poet #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity
the empty room in me.
Now I walk there
barefoot,
listening to the echoes
until even echoes
realize they can rest.
#poet #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity
Reposted by Kamran Alam Khan
May 9, 2025 at 5:33 AM
Reposted by Kamran Alam Khan
Ultimately,
there is nothing to gain.
Ultimately,
there is nothing to lose.
Let it be—just this.
Wu wei.
#poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #zen #Daoism #Taoism #mysticism
there is nothing to gain.
Ultimately,
there is nothing to lose.
Let it be—just this.
Wu wei.
#poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #zen #Daoism #Taoism #mysticism
July 4, 2025 at 11:53 PM
Ultimately,
there is nothing to gain.
Ultimately,
there is nothing to lose.
Let it be—just this.
Wu wei.
#poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #zen #Daoism #Taoism #mysticism
there is nothing to gain.
Ultimately,
there is nothing to lose.
Let it be—just this.
Wu wei.
#poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #zen #Daoism #Taoism #mysticism
Ultimately,
there is nothing to gain.
Ultimately,
there is nothing to lose.
Let it be—just this.
Wu wei.
#poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #zen #Daoism #Taoism #mysticism
there is nothing to gain.
Ultimately,
there is nothing to lose.
Let it be—just this.
Wu wei.
#poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #zen #Daoism #Taoism #mysticism
July 4, 2025 at 11:53 PM
Ultimately,
there is nothing to gain.
Ultimately,
there is nothing to lose.
Let it be—just this.
Wu wei.
#poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #zen #Daoism #Taoism #mysticism
there is nothing to gain.
Ultimately,
there is nothing to lose.
Let it be—just this.
Wu wei.
#poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #zen #Daoism #Taoism #mysticism
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poet #nonduality
The link to poem:
kamranrmp.wordpress.com/2025/06/18/y...
The link to poem:
kamranrmp.wordpress.com/2025/06/18/y...
kamranrmp.wordpress.com
June 18, 2025 at 2:33 AM
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poet #nonduality
The link to poem:
kamranrmp.wordpress.com/2025/06/18/y...
The link to poem:
kamranrmp.wordpress.com/2025/06/18/y...
I thought I was flying—
high above, proud of my wings,
confident in the sharpness of my gaze.
At will,
I’d shift direction,
a master of skies,
and oh, .......
.....
Read the full poem here
kamranrmp.wordpress.com/2025/05/26/a...
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poet
A Feather’s Awakening
I thought I was flying—high above, proud of my wings,confident in the sharpness of my gaze.At will,I’d shift direction,a master of skies,and oh, how fast I soared.I wore my humanness like armor,a b…
kamranrmp.wordpress.com
May 26, 2025 at 12:45 AM
I thought I was flying—
high above, proud of my wings,
confident in the sharpness of my gaze.
At will,
I’d shift direction,
a master of skies,
and oh, .......
.....
Read the full poem here
kamranrmp.wordpress.com/2025/05/26/a...
#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poet
Reposted by Kamran Alam Khan
April 21, 2025 at 8:38 AM
Reposted by Kamran Alam Khan
April 21, 2025 at 1:13 AM
Reposted by Kamran Alam Khan
April 15, 2025 at 8:07 AM
Reposted by Kamran Alam Khan
So arbitrary you are—
a flicker in the wind,
a ripple in time,
not here a breath ago,
not here a breath ahead.
Let go of the myths
you wear like second skin,
shed the borrowed weight
of soul and name.
Sit still, listen—
you are taking yourself too seriously.
#poem #poetry #mysticism
a flicker in the wind,
a ripple in time,
not here a breath ago,
not here a breath ahead.
Let go of the myths
you wear like second skin,
shed the borrowed weight
of soul and name.
Sit still, listen—
you are taking yourself too seriously.
#poem #poetry #mysticism
March 14, 2025 at 9:13 AM
So arbitrary you are—
a flicker in the wind,
a ripple in time,
not here a breath ago,
not here a breath ahead.
Let go of the myths
you wear like second skin,
shed the borrowed weight
of soul and name.
Sit still, listen—
you are taking yourself too seriously.
#poem #poetry #mysticism
a flicker in the wind,
a ripple in time,
not here a breath ago,
not here a breath ahead.
Let go of the myths
you wear like second skin,
shed the borrowed weight
of soul and name.
Sit still, listen—
you are taking yourself too seriously.
#poem #poetry #mysticism
Reposted by Kamran Alam Khan
March 3, 2025 at 1:01 AM
Reposted by Kamran Alam Khan
Can a whisper catch the wind?
To speak is to weave a cage of words.
How can the sky be bound?
How can the river be held in a name?
#spiritual #spirituality #meditation #mysticism #selfrealization #enlightenment
To speak is to weave a cage of words.
How can the sky be bound?
How can the river be held in a name?
#spiritual #spirituality #meditation #mysticism #selfrealization #enlightenment
March 2, 2025 at 3:32 AM
Can a whisper catch the wind?
To speak is to weave a cage of words.
How can the sky be bound?
How can the river be held in a name?
#spiritual #spirituality #meditation #mysticism #selfrealization #enlightenment
To speak is to weave a cage of words.
How can the sky be bound?
How can the river be held in a name?
#spiritual #spirituality #meditation #mysticism #selfrealization #enlightenment
Reposted by Kamran Alam Khan
February 23, 2025 at 10:55 AM