Epiphanies in Motion

There’s a whole cosmic chaos inside me.
All the time. 
A constant series of existential crises. And it’s exhausting af.  
So I freestyle, to shake the hyper out and 
write, to declutter my mind.
I self regulate via self expression — but somehow, 
My restlessness turned into rhythm. My ADHD into art.


Kili burnt my cage into ashes
and ripped my soul free.
But my mind, my body, 
my nervous system—
are still recalibrating.
So I built this bridge.
EpiphaniesInMotion—
my way to catch up to my own truths,
by unleashing the voice of my soul.

So perhaps,
I am an artist.

Inspired here by Eminem—
to spit the hardest truths,
to seize the mic of my own life.

Inspired there by Frida Kahlo—
her Wounded Deer, her Cropped Hair,
Scars reborn as timeless signatures.

Inspired everywhere by Najwa Zebian—
a poet who gave words to my unspeakable.

Inspired forever by Gangubai—
her roar unsilencing of not just herself,
but all women, the wounded, 
the underdogs, and the forgotten.

And so I rise—
A truth-dropper in motion.
Unpolished. Unafraid.
Epiphanies erupting,
like thunder that refuses to stay quiet.

My art is not the dance itself,
nor the rare clouds I capture.
My art is how I draw out epiphanies
from every motion—
and turn them into poetical truth bombs 
that no one else dares to tell.

Each climb, each dance, each epiphany,
is another layer of my mind and body
aligning to the soul
that already arrived at the summit.