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.