His touch will warm, his heart will speak, With every step, he’ll make me weak. Through crowded streets, in quiet halls, He'll guard me close, whenever I fall.

But deep inside, a whisper stirs, A voice that lingers, doubts and fears. What if the past still calls his name, And every gesture feels the same?

What if my heart can never know, The love that bloomed in her sweet glow? What if each touch, each caring act, Is but a shadow of what's intact?

Like echoes in a silent space, A memory none can erase. I wonder if the love I crave, Will always be a love I’ll save,

Not for myself, but for the ghost, Of someone cherished, loved the most. And in the dance of tender grace, Will I find my own rightful place?

For every Helmet for my Pillow–

How many memoirs go unpublished?

Their poems left unrecited.

The words long written down

never to be bound by our cultural consciousness;

left to rot–       in their pockets,

slowly washed away with crimson blood

or blown to shreds from falling rockets.

Their silent echoes hushed by the battlefield;

the shadows of their memories

never illuminated nor revealed.

The writings of the dead;

“Silent Echoes” – Surrealist War Collage from the Dada School

“Silent Echoes” evokes a haunting, dreamlike meditation on the aftermath of war, rendered in the fragmented, emotionally charged language of the Dada movement. The composition centers on a lone soldier silhouetted in black, his posture stoic amidst chaos, grounding the viewer in a war-torn beach strewn with remnants of destruction. Around him swirl flocks of birds—doves and ravens—caught mid-flight, symbolizing both the futile search for peace and the ever-looming specter of death.

True to Surrealist collage tradition, the image is marred and layered with abstract, almost burnt textures, echoing torn paper, crumbling memories, and scorched landscapes. These raw, jagged overlays amplify the sense of psychological fragmentation and loss. The turquoise sky clashes with the rusted ochres and shadowy blues of the foreground, pulling the viewer between serenity and horror.