The Weight of Waiting

Waiting long reveals the silent pain,
While hope and doubt walk through the brain.
The anger and hurt that cross the mind
Are mirrors of wounds once left behind.

Time reveals what pride could not
The weight of patience dearly bought.

Patience is a quiet art,
A test that shapes the human heart;
Only the one who dares to stay
Will taste its fruit some distant day.

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.