The Veil of Being Invisible

You know…

You can hold the title.

Wear the praise.

Even smile in rooms

that FORGET your name.

You can give your all,

every hour, every bit of life, every part,

and still be a STRANGER

to those who clap the hardest.

They knew the results.

They never knew the REASON.

The surface mattered .

The SOUL was missing.

There comes a time

when silence feels heavier than noise,

when you’re tired of being “what you do”,

and quietly longing to return to who you’ve always been.

So I stopped shrinking into silence,

and began carving voice of my own.

Not for noise,

but for depth.

Not for titles,

but for truth.

This isn’t to impress.

It’s to be one with the truth.

To show the path .

not just the goal.

This isn’t a brand.

This is breath.

A name reclaimed

from what was left.

No spotlight.

No reintroduction.

Just a quiet return

towards the eternal truth.

If the world overlooked your light,
but you kept shining anyway,

If your hands built what others claimed,
and your name stayed unspoken.

If you’ve carried dreams in silence,
and walked with strength no one saw
You’re not alone anymore.

Not just a link.

A light.

Not just a site.

A soul.

Come with stories, scars, or silence

This space listens, This space speaks.

You’re already enough here.