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.

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.