Poetry

I crossed a thousand silent questions, knocked on doors that wouldn’t speak. Every promise pulled me forward, every answer felt incomplete. I asked the stars to show me meaning, asked the fire how to begin. I felt the shift beneath my breathing, and the road - it turned within. Not every answer needs a sound, some truths rise when I slow down. I don’t look far, I don’t look through, I let the moment pull me through. The destination’s not beyond - it’s been within me all along

I woke to a stirring deep inside, a pulse, uncertain, yet alive. Life stood before me, not as a promise, but a road unfolding in morning light Mesmerized, I set out on a trip, started walking the winding road, I walked on, no map, no sign, just a small flame burning inside. The road was kind, the road was cruel, wandering wild, breaking each rule. It cut my feet, yet lit the sky, each fall taught me how to rise. And I walked on, I walked on, the road is, where I belong. There

Re-written as an uplifting song/anthem based on the original :"Mountain" written some time back. Released on Spotify on Dec 12, 2025 I fought and I grappled, with a mountain in sight, Pushed through the shadows, and stood up to the fight. But I didnt give up and told my self that The fight is not in vain so I must climb and I must rise I must climb and I must rise At times, it grew taller, that mountain ahead, Unyielding and daunting, my courage near dead. Something inside wh

The greatest wonders come in three, A quiet code in you and me. A song that hums through all we know, The rise, the stay, the letting go. Birth, life, death—the circle’s spin, The journey out, the journey in. We bloom, we shine, we fade away, Yet something stays beyond the day. Past, present, future—time’s sweet thread, The words we’ve spoken, things unsaid. The past still whispers, soft and low, The future waits where dreams will go. Mind, body, soul—the heart of man, The ho

There’s a sting inside my heart a sharp ache — quiet, but breaks me apart No one sees it, no one knows, but I can feel it when it grows. So I smile to hide the storm, pretend I’m fine, pretend I’m warm, pretend the pain is far away — but it stays, it stays, it stays. How do I say that breathing burns? That every step — the world just turns a little heavier, a little slow, and walking feels like letting go? So I wear my calm like skin, tuck the trembling deep within, pretend m