Those Curious Eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those curious eyes, like twin moons bright,
Gleam with wonder in soft daylight.
They trace the world with silent grace,
A thousand tales in one small face.

They leap through shadows, chase the sun,
Each glance a game, a race begun.
A whispering purr, so soft, so deep,
It lulls the storm, it sings me sleep.

Each tiny paw, each graceful stride,
Carries a joy I cannot hide.
A tumble here, a stretch, a yawn—
She is my dusk, she is my dawn.

She guards my heart with velvet paws,
Knows when I pause, feels when I pause.
No spoken word, no need to say,
Her love just melts the grief away.

And in those eyes — wild, brave, and wide,
My restless thoughts find place to hide.
A living charm, a soul so wise...
My world glows through her curious eyes.

The Symbol of My Dream

The Symbol of My Dream

  

Within this mark, my spirit rests,
A sign of strength upon my chest.
Not merely lines or shielded art,
But the echo of my beating heart.

It whispers soft—“You are not alone,”
In storm or silence, I am your own.
Through paths unknown and skies unsure,
This dream, this symbol, keeps me pure.

A lotus guards with petals wide,
A sacred space where fears subside.
In every curve, a promise flows—
That I am held when no one knows.

It tells of hope, of journeys steep,
Of vows the waking soul will keep.
A quiet fire that lights the way,
That says, “You’re safe. You’ll find your day.”

So when the world turns cold and dim,
I turn my gaze and trust in Him.
This symbol, bold, both shield and key—
It is my strength. It sets me free.

The Garden Within

In the hush of painted petals, tall and true,
My dreams rise gently in gold and dew.
Each stem, a hope that dared to grow,
Each bloom, a fire that learned to glow.

Behind the fence I softly place,
The roots of love, the will, the grace.
To guard, not cage; to frame, not bind,
A garden shaped by heart and mind.

The sky above still calls me high,
With birds of thought that dance and fly.
Yet here below, I craft and tend,
Where passion and purpose sweetly blend.

In colours drawn from soul and light,
I paint my truth in morning’s sight.
A canvas born of joy and pain,
Where loss gives bloom, and hope remains.

No storm can steal what’s rooted deep,
Nor winds disturb the dreams I keep.
For every petal knows its place,
In rhythm with the earth’s embrace.

So let the world beyond me spin,
This garden grows from deep within.
A space of stillness, soft and wide,
Where dreams and grace in peace abide.

Beyond the Fence

Beneath the sky of tender hues,

My thoughts arise on morning dews.

Each blade of green, each stroke I send,

Speaks of the dreams I strive to tend.

The flowers tall in golden grace,

Mirror the hopes I daily chase.

They bloom not wild, nor held too tight,

But dance in freedom, kissed by light.

The fence below with roots so deep,

Protects the seeds I wish to keep.

Not walls of fear, but care composed,

Where soul and soil are gently closed.

Little homes with roofs aglow,

Hold stories that the breezes know.

Of faith and fire, of calm and storm,

Of moments rare and love in form.

Above them soar the birds I freed,

Each one a thought, a silent need.

To wander far, yet still return—

To fires that in my spirit burn.

So here I paint, and here I pray,

With colours drawn from every day.

This garden grows not just in land,

But in my heart, through brush and hand.

Unsolved Truth

An unsolved truth, a haunting cry,
A life extinguished, left to die.
A family torn, a heart laid bare,
While the world spins lies, unfit to care.

A crime so vile, a shadowed deed,
Justice falters, truth in need.
Yet whispers grow, with twists and turns,
Feeding the fire while a family burns.

Do you not see the tears they shed?
The weight they carry, the words unsaid?
To mock their pain, to spread deceit,
Is a crime itself, a dark repeat.

Karma walks with silent tread,
For crimes unseen, for lives left dead.
The hands that harm, the tongues that lie,
Will one day meet their reckoning nigh.

Let not your words be knives that scar,
Let truth, not cruelty, guide who we are.
A broken heart needs care, not hate,
For healing lies in truth’s embrace.

So pause, reflect, let silence reign,
Let justice rise to end the pain.
For the unsolved truth, the grieving plea,
Deserves compassion, humanity.

A Dutiful Daughter

She dreamed once, oh how she dreamed,
Of a life her heart had brightly gleamed.
But duty knocked, and dreams grew dim,
For she chose to care, though odds were grim.

Parents abandoned by a son they raised,
Their daughter stood strong, unwavering, amazed.
She bore their pain, their tears, their plight,
While the world judged her without insight.

A brother who left, yet spins the tale,
Claiming her care is the one to assail.
The truth she carries, the lies they weave,
Injustice sharp, yet she won’t grieve. 

All Their children distant, Their visits few,
Misunderstandings that stung anew.
But still, she shoulders, without refrain,
The love, the care, the silent pain.

Her In-laws she serves with tender grace,
And her Aunt Uncle in their rightful place.
An entrepreneur with endless roles,
Directing dreams and chasing goals.

The world sees fragments, not her fight,
How she balances wrong and right.
They whisper, they judge, they twist her story,
Yet her heart holds no thirst for glory.

To those who claim, to those who blame,
Her silent burden puts them to shame.
For love is her anchor, her unspoken creed,
She gives herself to all who need.

But oh, dear world, can you not see,
The weight she bears, her silent plea?
For all she does, for all she gives,
In her sacrifice, true love lives.

She has no regret, for what she chose
For She is a fighter, doesnt succumb to abuse
Wish her the best of what she deserves
Let her be the Model for all other daughters

Lonesome Moments

Lonesome Moments
Due to a Remorseful Hour.
Unhappy Soul
Due to Heart just Cold.

Irresponsible Mind
For a Bond of Love,
Regretful Life
Beyond what Words can Prove.

A Rift so deep, it carved a scar,
Turning hearts distant, pulling them afar.
The weight of silence, the unsaid word,
A bond once vibrant, now left blurred.

Time may heal, but guilt remains,
Like fleeting shadows, or haunting strains.
Can love rebuild what time tore apart?
Can it rekindle a frozen heart?

Oh, let the remorse find its way to mend,
Let wounded ties heal, let broken hearts blend.
For life’s too short to live in despair,
A spark of love can repair what's unfair.

May courage rise to bridge the divide,
May truth and care walk side by side.
For lonesome moments need not endure,
With love's warmth, all pain can be cured.

Travelling Memories

Memorable are Those Days

Like an Exitless Maze

Travelling I am in those Thoughts

Not wanting to Untie the Knots

I Remember those Happy Laughters

Prolonged and Uncountable Chapters

Experiencing Courage, Happiness & Calmness

With Beloveds, Friends & Foes Harmless

Those Days will Never Come Back

Unless we go by Time Travel Track

Memories are the Only Way to Seek

To get those Happy Days to Freak

Come, Let's walk down our Memories

& Find happiness Lost in New Journeys

Impossible it is to go back to those days

But we can always find Hope Rays

If we cherishingly move in Memory Maze.

A Drop of Water...

Just when the Sun Opened his Eyes...
I just am Born...
Shining Bright like an Indefinite Hope...
Amidst the Thorn...

I may Sometimes fall from Your Eye...

Just when you're Content...

And as a sign of Agony when You Cry..

with Heart that is Discontent.

I may give life to a Plant in a Desert..

I am Precious like a Gem...

I can also Destroy as a Flood & Storm..

in a Harmful & Painful Form...

I flow as rivers, calm and free,

I cradle oceans, vast as can be.

I dance in rains, a joyful spree,

And whisper as dew on a morning tree.

I reflect the sky, serene and blue,

Holding secrets old and new.

I carve through rocks, shape the land,

A gentle stream or nature’s grandstand.

I am a Necessity for you to Survive...

Conserve me When I am Alive...

Understand to Reduce Wasting my Life...

As Each Life needs me to Survive.

But heed this truth, for time runs fast,

Protect me now, before I’m past.

For I am life, a sacred part,

Guard my flow with all your heart.

Silent Tears...

Never did She complain...
Never did She express Her pain...
Beneath Her heart, She let it all drain...

Silent Tears were Her Jewels...
She covered Herself in smiling Shells...
Never did She ring the complaining Bells...

Ignorant of Issues She was not...
But She kept things to Herself a lot...
Suffered Herself, Pain is only that She got...

To Everything, Why didn't She react?
Just Silent Smile - This was Her Act...
Positivity is the only thing She would attract...

But In Return, What did She get?
Her Silence to Herself was a Threat...
This Silence would make Her succumb to Death...

O Holy Light! Bring back Her Smile...
Make Her Strong at least for a while...
So that She can strive to make Her life worthwhile....

Bring Back the Strength in Her Heart...
to bear the pain of Tearing Her Feelings Apart..
Let Her Live for a While with life's beautiful Restart...

Bring back the courage in Her mind...
Let Her start Her life Redefined....
Let Her go back to the time when She Brightly Shined...

Mother..

Nurtured me, She...
Inside She, She Let me grow
Made me a Part of She...
Cared for me, She..
Beyond what the bare eyes see...

To this world, she Brought me so safe..
Nurtured me, made me so reliant on self...
Curated me to be Independent..
In Her heart protected me She,
kept her Love to me, sealed for Eternity..

Innocent is She, yet so cute...
Beautiful her Heart, 
Understanding her thoughts... 
She is just not a Mother,
She is the best friend for Life.

Never did She let me Suffer
Confidence, Support She did Offer
Strong, Pretty yet Sensitive She is...
She brings Smile, with Love and with Tears...
She, the One you can rely upon fears..

Precious is She, than the clear cut Diamonds
Dear is She, than how much a Heart can love
Powerful Influence is she, and continues to be..
Owner is She, of the Most Valuable Heart full of love... 
Her Love cant be Measured, but Treasured indeed...