Heavy, Not Ending

 Why does the heart feel heavy,
So heavy it rises to the head
A quiet ache behind the eyes,
A storm that words have never said.

It isn’t things the world can give,
No gold, no touch, no passing need;
It’s something deeper, harder to name
A tired soul that longs for ease.

But endings aren’t what ease the pain,
They only silence what could heal;
This weight is asking to be held,
Not buried where we cannot feel

Born with Fear

Fear of being in this world,
Fear in every step I hold;
Fear to speak, to stand, to try,
Fear that I may fail or lie.

Fear of losing what I keep,
Fear that wakes me from my sleep;
“What if wrong?” in every move,
Fear that nothing I can prove.

It walks with me from birth it seems,
Woven deep in thoughts and dreams;
Everywhere, it fills the air
A shadow named… my fear.

But I won’t let it rule my way,
I’ll learn to face it day by day;
For even fear, when met with light,
Slowly fades… and loses its fight.

A Gentle End

Life moves—searching, achieving,
Finding content in what is given;
Step by step it carries on,
Till one quiet day… it is gone.

No sign, no whisper to prepare,
The end arrives from silent air;
No time to finish words unsaid,
No time for paths left half-unread.

A single tear begins to rise,
At the corner of closing eyes;
Helpless then, no change, no plea
Just stillness claiming all of me.

In this brief life I softly pray,
Leave no regret along the way;
No guilt to hold, no heavy past
Only peace when breath is last.

And bless me, Lord, when I depart,
With a quiet smile upon my heart;
Not in sorrow, not in fear
But calm… as my end draws near.

Between Truth and Me

Just because words come easy, it doesn’t mean I’m good,
A mask in every line, misunderstood;
A borrowed truth I fail to truly be,
I wonder why there’s so much fake in me.

Though deep within I wish to stand sincere,
I lose myself and drift away from clear;
Each step I take, I question what I show,
A truth I seek but somehow never know.

Oh Heavenly Lord, though late I call Your name,
Burn out the false, release me from this shame;
Hold on to me, don’t let my spirit stray,
Stand by my side and guide me on the way

Toward truth, toward light, toward all I’m meant to be,
And lead me home… where Mom still waits for me.

Prayer for Strength

 Oh heavenly Lord, make the heart so strong,
That it never turns where pains belong;
No thought of past, no shadow to stay,
Just light to walk the present way.

Never to fall where sins may grow,
Keep the path pure in all I know;
Let all be happy in lives they lead,
And grant me peace in thought and deed.

I see hearts hardened, steady like stone,
Unafraid to stand, to walk alone;
Grant me that strength to gently rise,
To live in truth, to be truly wise.

And when the final day draws near,
With no more doubt, no trace of fear;
Let me reach where my soul longs to be
In my mom’s love, waiting for me.

Stillness Inside

 Let the joy of being in self remain,
Alive for years, untouched by pain;
A quiet peace that softly stays,
Unfading through the passing days.

No more longing for what is gone,
No more shadows to lean upon;
To stand alone, yet feel complete,
With steady heart and soul at peace.

To live, to breathe, to simply be
And find all happiness within me

The Circle of Illusion

Missing someone feels almost like a sin,
A restless echo stirring deep within;
The mind still wanders through what is not there,
Chasing a shadow floating in the air.

Surrounded always by illusions bright,
Mistaking dreams for something real in sight;
Then comes a blow so sudden, hard, and deep,
That breaks the heart and shatters fragile sleep.

Falling so low it feels close to the death end,
As if no strength remains the soul to mend;
Yet strangely, rising from that wounded ground,
A foolish hope returns, stubbornly found.

And there again the heart begins its role
A stubborn dreamer in a fragile soul.

Final Surrender

When pain conquers the body and leads to death,

The body surrenders with its final breath;

It loosens its hold and quietly allows

The soul to move on beyond earthly vows.

The soul no longer longs for anything here,
No ties, no desires, no shadow of fear;
It walks toward a silence gentle and deep,
Where eternal contentment waits in sleep.

Leaving behind all the bonds once known,
Material dreams that were never its own;
Free from the world it once called its place,
The soul moves onward in quiet grace.

Your Presence

Whenever I feel low,

Whenever I feel down,

Whenever loneliness surrounds my heart—

I think of you, Mom.

Your presence alone is enough,
Even if only in memory and thought;
In that quiet feeling of you near,
My heart finds contentment and peace.

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Moving On

Gone is gone—what’s lost is past,
No use in holding shadows fast;
I need a heart both firm and strong,
To leave behind what once went wrong.

No more thoughts that circle back,
No more time on that old track;
No more hopes in oceans thrown,
Where silent dreams are overgrown.

I turn my steps to days ahead,
Where quiet strength will gently spread;
And when the final dusk appears,
I’ll meet my love beyond these years
My mom, whose arms still wait for me.

My Beginning

Mom, my life say,
My life began with you that day.
I wish the path that I must go
Would end where only you would know.

Come back, Mom, take me in your care,
Wherever you are, I wish I were there;
To walk beside you, calm and true,
Just as I always did with you.

I miss you more than I can show,
With you I felt the safest glow;
Even your thought brings peace so deep,
A warmth my silent heart will keep.

And if someday I reach your side,
My happiness would double in tide;
For from the first breath that I drew
Mom… my whole world has been you.

A Fool’s Question

I was the fool who once believed
That somewhere one soul waited for me;
A quiet heart meant just for mine
A gentle thread of destiny.

How strange that I could spend my days
Chasing a thought so thin, so wide;
A dream that lived inside my head
While truth stood silent at my side.

I say it’s lie, I try to drown
This wandering hope I cannot free;
Yet even sinking, I rise again
To ask could such a heart still be?

My eyes keep searching through the crowd,
Refusing what my mind has read;
In books they call such longing strange,
A restless storm inside the head.

So I sit still and softly laugh
Perhaps the world is right to see;
And maybe that’s why I understand
Dear Zindagi… and quietly… it understands me.

Believe in Miracles

Miracles happen every day,
In quiet forms along the way;
A sudden hope, a healing smile,
A gentle light that stays awhile.

In rising sun and falling rain,
In hearts that learn to love again;
The world still whispers soft and true
Believe… a miracle waits for you. 

Between Two Worlds

 My brain swings wide from edge to air,
From shadowed fear to castles fair;
One breath it sounds a loud alarm,
Next builds a dream of perfect calm.

In threat mode, every step’s a fall,
It sees a crack in every wall;
It sharpens doubt, prepares to flee,
Turns harmless waves to raging sea.

In fantasy, it paints the sky,
With colors reason can’t deny;
It crowns the heart with golden schemes,
And rocks the soul in silver dreams.

Between these worlds I rise and slide
A pendulum I cannot hide;
Till stillness whispers soft and slow:
“Just stand in now… let both modes go.”

Sleepless Under Karma

Karma knocks hard at my door,
And sleep won’t visit me anymore;
I wake at night like a silent owl,
In darkness deep, my thoughts that howl.

The deeds I did were not all right,
I bow my head in honest sight;
I taste the fruit of seeds once sown,
And bear the weight of what I’ve grown.

Unsure which road my steps should take,
Each breath feels heavy when I wake;
Perhaps surrender is the way,
To fall at His feet and simply pray.

To close my eyes and seek His face,
To wash my heart in quiet grace;
No more wrong from these hands of mine
Let His light through my darkness shine.

Her Voice

“Fear not, my child… I’m here with you,”
A whisper soft, yet firm and true;
Through every fall and every climb,
I feel that voice beyond all time.

When storms arise and nights grow long,
It hums within me like a song;
In silent tears, in silent prayer,
I know somehow that she is there.

No matter what this world may prove,
I walk wrapped in her unseen love;
A shield, a blessing from above
My one, my forever… Mom.

When Karma Speaks

 Truth is known to eyes that see,
It waits in quiet dignity;
Though hidden now by lies and blame,
It burns untouched by fear or shame.

Justice walks a patient way,
It does not rush, yet does not stray;
False words and hearts with dark intent
Build their own walls of punishment.

A day will rise, as days all do,
When mirrors show what once they threw;
And when their echoes turn them weak,
That is the hour when Karma speaks.

Then slowly, through their fall and pain,
They’ll taste the truth they once made vain;
Too late perhaps, but clear and strong
They’ll know at last they were the wrong.

White lies

All are white lies dressed in light,
Smiling faces, hearts not right;
Those who say they stand with you,
Fade away when storms break through.

We call them close, we call them near,
Yet truth is something else we hear;
They act so kind, so pure, so wise,
While shadows move behind their eyes.

Back they whisper, twist, and blame,
Throwing dirt without a name;
Let them drown in words they sell
Their shallow thoughts can go to hell.

The Hollow Within

 There’s a hollow I cannot name,
A quiet ache without a face;
As if something slipped from my hands,
Or time stole more than I could trace.

It feels like loss without goodbye,
Like someone pulled my world away;
An unseen force, a sudden shift,
That left my heart unsure to stay.

Insecurity knocks loud at night,
Whispers fears I try to hide;
It says I’m small, I’ll lose it all
That nothing good is on my side.

But maybe what is torn apart
Is only making room inside;
Maybe every shaken ground
Prepares a stronger place to stride.