Fourlinegraphia

  Though we had never met, my eyes sought yours, Through roads that rang with sorrow, dust, and pain; Yet still the lamp of hope refused to fade, And love moved onward to the dawn of light. ... They said your beauty rivaled moonlit skies, I wished to see what time had made of you; Your dark braid brushed against your shawl at dusk, And turned my barren nights to songs of spring. ... I was no garden rich with living blooms, But like a ruined fairground after rain; Still scattered stars awakened deep in me, And formed bright parades within my dark heart. ... At every step, the stones became my test, And solitude became my fiercest guide; I learned to walk though both my wings were torn, Till pain itself grew into humming songs. ... Will fate bring roses, or a bed of thorns? I tossed my coin against the winds of time; Though centuries of suns had scorched my flesh, My heart still searched the ashes for new life. ... So let us start with one uncertain glance, No borrowed vows, no grand...

The House Breathes Again **************************** Love never entered my life like a storm; It arrived quietly, like rain entering dry soil. No one teaches the heart how to belong- Just as no child is taught how to smile. *** Marriage, I learned, is not merely romance; It is philosophy wearing ordinary clothes. Two imperfect people slowly discovering That companionship matters more than perfection. *** The sages speak of rivers meeting the sea, Losing their names yet not their essence; So too, in marriage, two separate lives Flow toward a shared existence. *** Summer spreads across the city like exhaustion, The sun itself appearing tired of burning; Even the restless winds carry irritation, As though nature too has limits to endurance. *** And then my wife leaves for her parents’ home, Taking the children and their laughter away; Suddenly the walls become philosophers, Teaching me the meaning of emptiness. *** I wake and prepare my own morning tea, Listening to the silence between u...

  Dear daughters, break the rules that taught your wings to fear the sky, You were not born for silent wounds, nor made to live and slowly die. Break the rule that calls it grace to hide your pain and softly bend, A voice inside your trembling chest was born to rise, not just pretend. Break the rule that weighs your worth by vermilion or wedding chains, No sacred thread is greater than the soul that breathes beneath your veins. Break the rule that says your hands were only made to hold the weight, To carry jars of bitter tears and call it your appointed fate. You do not owe a debt of blood to ancestors who chose to stay, Your loyalty belongs to her- the girl you were just yesterday. To free yourself is to go back through every branch of your own tree, And cut the ropes of every ghost who never had the chance to flee. You are not meant to guard forever the comfort of the ones who break you, A home that steals your light away is not a home that deserves you. If love becomes a cage of...

Look around! We stopped our warm and gentle grace, And pointed fingers in each face. Cold ambition took the night, While poisoned streets consumed the light. *** A bitter sickness filled the air, And turned all kindness into fear. Compassion slowly came to drown, As hatred spread from town to town. *** Honor became a thing for trade, Like shattered dust that boots degrade. For loud applause and party cries, Men sold their truth and wore disguise. *** Thought itself became a crime, And insults ruled through all the time. From morning’s wound till midnight’s flame, Cruel voices called it all a game. *** Each dawn began with sharpened knives, Each night counted the wounded lives. Debate collapsed in rage and pride, While mercy trembled there outside. *** Look at them! The blinded crowds raised banners high, And searched for faults where good deeds lie. The more sincere a person stood, The more they tore apart the good. *** Decency became a shame, And grace was mocked in hatred’s name. Eac...

  How many times have I slipped in life Without even touching the ground? As rainwater leaving the edge of a leaf, I too have fallen without a sound. Was it love that carried me away, Or only the fear of being alone? How easily the heart mistakes a passing shadow For a place it can call home. I have wandered from affection into attachment, From attachment into dangerous fire, Like a moth circling a fire lamp at midnight, Knowing the flame still calling it higher. Why does the soul grow restless Even when the hands are full? Why does the moon seem more beautiful To the man standing inside darkness? I have chased comforts beyond my reach, Thinking happiness lived somewhere ahead, As a thirsty traveler in a desert- Running toward a mirage instead. And debts gathered around me quietly, Not only of money - But of promises, mistakes, silences, And words I should never have said. Sometimes I slipped because of others, A crowd laughing, a foolish night, But isn’t a storm only dangerous Whe...

  She moved like midnight through the crowd, Silent as smoke beneath the rain; A woman shaped from shadow and beauty, With eyes that carried hidden pain. *** She was like a red rose blooming Soft beneath the silver moon, Yet beauty is a subtle poison That withers tender hearts too soon. *** Men admired her graceful figure, Her pale face and her raven hair; None could sense the dangerous secrets Breathing quietly beneath her stare. *** Her black lips held forbidden stories No mortal tongue could dare confess; A smile could open guarded kingdoms Or lead a lonely man to death. *** The painters through forgotten ages Might have framed her haunted grace- A tragic girl beside dark curtains With sorrow resting on her face. *** By day she danced through halls of luxury Among the wealthy, proud, and vain; By night she vanished into alleys Like whispered thunder before rain. *** A red rose rested near her heartbeat, Its petals darkened like her soul; For every lie she softly uttered Left ano...