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.

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.