Helpless Heart

Feeling helpless before my own heart,

Unable to tear these feelings apart;

A love long gone still walks beside,

Like a shadow memory cannot hide.

Perhaps illusion holds me still,
Breaking me slowly against my will;
Was it wrong to love so deep,
That even now those echoes keep?

Once it felt like heaven’s light,
Now thoughts of it ache through the night;
The same sweet love that brought me peace
Returns as pain that will not cease.

I was true—was that my mistake?
To give more than a heart should take?
I let it go, I ask for none,
Yet my heart lingers when all is done.

And there I stand, quiet and apart
Helpless… before my own heart.

Cheer Up, Heart

 Cheer up, heart—no more tears to keep,
No borrowed sorrow buried deep;
No more living on wounds long gone,
Rise now gently, and move along.

Life still holds a road to tread,
Many skies still lie ahead;
Though ups may fade and downs may stay,
Still walk with courage day by day.

It needs to see life’s setting sun
With a peaceful smile when all is done;
No heavy regrets, no fearful cry,
Just calm acceptance by and by.

Live as life arrives each turn,
Through what is lost and what we learn;
For one sure end awaits the same
To reach my mom… and speak her name.

Your Part in Me

 My life began in childish days,
With tears and games and laughing ways;
I felt the world through joy and pain,
And all my love returned your name.

Blessed was I to call you mine,
To share your warmth through tender time;
The youngest child, by grace or fate,
Was given more at your dear gate.

We spoke of things I can’t recall,
Yet know we shared our hearts through all;
We smiled, we laughed, we lived as one,
In quiet talks when day was done.

I am your part, this much is true,
My heartbeat carries life from you;
The cells that wake and breathe in me
Still echo your own mystery.

You gave me life, I owe you all,
Each rise I make, each time I fall;
I miss you, Mom, more than words can say
Why did you leave me here this way?

Was I not once your very own,
A part of flesh and love once grown?
You should have taken me along…
For without you, the world feels wrong.

One Brave Move

 Just one move of daring grace,
Can change the way we view this place;
A clearer mind, a lighter soul,
A simple step that makes us whole.

They wished to shame me, make me small,
To see me stumble, fear, and fall;
Yet with some fear still in my chest,
I moved ahead and did my best.

It may not shine as grand success,
It came through struggle, strain, and stress;
But joy is mine for this I know
I dared to take the step and grow.

Shameless Me

Shameless me, I rise again,
Though marked by loss and seasoned pain;
I fall, I fail, I break, I bend—
Yet still I walk, I do not end.

Shameless me, with scars in sight,
Still chasing dawn through every night;
Mock if you must, judge what you see—
It takes some nerve to still be me.

Shameless me, who stays somehow,
With yesterday behind me now;
If living on is counted shame,
Then let me proudly bear the name.

Echoes Within the Silence

Kuch toh hai jo samajh ke bhi samajh nahi aata,
Jaise khud se hi rishta ho, par naam nahi paata.

Khamoshiyon ka bojh bhi ajeeb hota hai,
Sunta sab kuch hai, par kuch keh nahi paata.

Main khud ko dhoondhta hoon un raaston mein,
Jahan mera koi nishaan bhi nahi jaata.

Har soch ek darpan hai, toot sa jaata hai,
Jab sach ka chehra saamne aata hai.

Jeene ka matlab bhi badalta rehta hai,
Har din ek naya sawaal de jaata hai.

Kabhi lagta hai sab haath mein hai mere,
Kabhi sab kuch yun hi fisal jaata hai.

Aankhon mein jo thehre hue kuch khwaab hain,
Unka bhi apna hi ek jahaan hota hai.

Aur main…
Bas ek musafir hoon unhi khayaalon ka,
Jo rukte nahi… par kahin pahunchte bhi nahi.

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There is something I understand, yet never truly know,
As if I belong to myself… but can’t name that bond at all.

Silence carries a weight of its own,
It hears everything… yet says nothing back.

I search for myself in those very paths,
Where even my footprints refuse to stay.

Every thought feels like a fragile mirror,
Shattering the moment truth stands too close.

The meaning of living keeps shifting quietly,
Each day leaves behind a new question.

At times, it feels like everything is within my grasp,
And then… it all slips away without a trace.

The dreams resting still in my eyes,
Seem to belong to a world of their own.

And I…
Am just a traveler of these wandering thoughts,
That never stop… yet never arrive anywhere.

Breaking Illusions

Spent almost a lifetime in borrowed dreams,
Chasing shadows, chasing “what it seems”;
Thinking of things that were never there,
Building castles in empty air.

Dreams that won’t ever come to be,
Yet they still held control of me;
Meaningless thoughts, I knew them so
Still I let my hours go.

Time was wasted, still it flows,
Even now the pattern grows;
Slapped by truth, again and again,
Yet illusions refuse to wane.