One Day, Alone

Will I ever go on a solo trip,
Far from the noise the crowded days grip?
Just me, the roads, the sky so wide,
And nature walking by my side.

To stand beneath the open air,
With nothing heavy left to bear;
Hands stretched wide, heart beating free,
As if the world belongs to me.

Loud waterfalls, pure mountain breeze,
Silent forests and dancing leaves;
No hurdles there, no human noise,
Only nature and my own voice.

Perhaps one day I’ll gather the nerve,
To live the peace my soul deserves;
And in that moment, wild and free,
I may finally discover me.

The Anger I Fear

 Why is there so much anger in me,

Against the world, against what I see?

A fire rising without a name,

Burning quietly all the same.

The mind grows heavy, sharp, and loud,
Turning warmth into a darkened cloud;
Not wishing harm, not wishing pain,
Yet anger returns again and again.

I never wanted a heart this hard,
Never wished to keep my guard;
Still something deep refuses peace,
As if restless storms will never cease.

Perhaps the soul is tired inside,
Holding wounds it tries to hide;
For anger often grows from pain,
From silent losses that remain.

So may this heart learn calm someday,
May bitterness slowly fade away;
For beneath the anger, fierce and sore,
Lives a soul that wished to hurt no more.

The Beauty of Rain

 Why does rain feel so beautiful,
As if the sky itself has become merciful?
Each drop touches the skin so light,
Washing away the dust of life.

Why does its fragrance calm the soul,
Like broken pieces becoming whole?
The scent of rain upon the earth
Feels like nature’s quiet rebirth.

Perhaps rain reminds the heart
That endings too can become a start;
That even clouds heavy with pain
Return as something soft as rain.

It cleans not only roads and trees,
But hidden worries carried silently;
For a moment, the world feels slow,
And peace begins to gently flow.

Maybe that is why faces smile
Watching rain fall mile by mile;
Because somewhere deep, the soul is aware
Rain feels like heaven touching earth with care.

Only a Dream

 Dreams are meant to stay unreal,
Soft imaginations we only feel;
Like when the rain begins to fall,
And the heart forgets the world and all.

It whispers softly, “Step outside,
Raise your face, let drops collide;
Open your hands, let the heavens flow,
And take your soul where dreamers go.”

As if the rain could wash away
Every wound life chose to stay;
As if beyond those silver streams
Wait heavenly worlds built out of dreams.

Yet still I stand behind the line,
Watching rain through glass and time;
Though storms have called me all these years,
I never stepped ahead of fears.

So there it stays—my quiet sky,
A dream I’ll love, but never try.

Jaane Do

 Jaane do… just let it pass,
Like drifting clouds above the glass;
Whatever life may bring or break,
Let it flow for your own sake.

Let the waters cross your head,
Watch in silence, nothing said;
This mortal life, with all its play,
Is only drama night and day.

People come and people go,
Feelings rise, then fade like snow;
What seems eternal turns to dust,
And time dissolves both love and trust.

For one deep truth remains below—
One day no “you” will even know;
No pain, no joy, no lingering cry…
Just stillness where all endings lie.

Wandering Mind

Jobless me, with restless thoughts,
Running circles, tying knots;
A tired mind that will not rest,
Questioning if it’s doing its best.

“Why am I so stupid?” echoes near,
Fed by doubt and silent fear;
But hearts weighed down speak harsh at times,
Especially in unfinished climbs.

A phase is not a final name,
Nor struggle proof that you’re to blame;
Even lost roads someday bend
And broken thoughts don’t mean the end.

Eternal With You

From day one, Amma, I was with you,
And somewhere deep, I still live in you;
I wished my whole life would remain
Beside your love, through joy and pain.

But destiny chose another way,
And pulled our hands apart one day;
Still in my heart I truly know,
You never really let me go.

When my last day quietly arrives,
I know your presence will survive;
You’ll hold my hand and make me see
That you and I were meant to be.

Not just one birth, not one small span,
But souls together beyond life’s plan;
We laughed, we fought, we smiled as one,
Like moon and sky, never undone.

Your love was purer than my own,
A place where every fear was gone;
And I believe through every life,
Your love will find me through all time.

Love you, Amma… this stays true,
No matter where life takes me to;
I miss you more than words can say
And I’m sorry, Amma… every day. 🤍

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.

Celebrating the End, Living the Now

 Why don’t we celebrate death, we fear?
Not in denial, but holding it near;
For it is not the end we deny,
But the reason we truly live before we die.

If life had no end, no final breath,
Would we value a moment without death?
Each second would fade, unnoticed, untrue
No urgency left in all that we do.

From sages of old to voices today,
They whisper softly the same quiet way:
Life is not ours to hold or command,
But to feel, to live, like grains of sand.

So don’t just wait for a distant tomorrow,
Don’t drown your now in unseen sorrow;
Smile in this breath, let your heart sing
For ending itself gives life everything.

Unfading Echo

Erased the traces everywhere,
Yet something lingers unaware;
In heart or mind, cannot say,
It quietly chooses where to stay.

It replays words once let fall,
Soft little moments, simple and small;
They bring a smile, calm and light,
A gentle peace, still shining bright.

Some feelings fade, some drift apart,
But cheerful ones outlive the heart;
No matter how we try to erase
They softly live in time’s embrace.

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.