Fourlinegraphia

  A person loses their true self not through sudden sin, but through slowly accepting thoughts, desires, and compromises they justify as their own freedom.-(Please read my poem patiently, not just press the like button. I hope for your valuable comments. I am posting it only in a selected groups. It will be published after the group admins review it ) *********************** I lived a life the world would call complete, Composed, controlled, untouched by reckless winds. My days were shaped by duties done with care, A name respected yet not deeply known. **** I was the lamp that never flickered once, A quiet strength that never asked for more. Yet somewhere deep, a pulse I would not name Lay sealed within, like breath in still, dark water. **** One night I saw two shadows wrapped in flame- A fleeting glance, yet something held me there. Not what they did, but how they seemed to live, Unbound by rules that quietly shaped my days. **** I turned away , yet carried it with me, A thought...

  "Rise like the storm within your soul,Unyielding, wild, and fiercely whole.The world may whisper, doubt, and fear but you are fire, born to steer." Daughter, Rise a Tigress ************************ You were not raised on dreams alone, But on the truth of cracking earth; On monsoons late, on silent waits, On lives not measured much in books- But acres, debts, and patient breath. *** You watched your father read the sky Like sacred lines no school could teach; Clouds heavy with unspoken fate, Rain held just beyond your reach. *** No one named it learning then- Yet still, you learned what must be known: That survival writes its own fierce code, That strength takes root in silent stone. *** They may speak soft and lower dreams, And offer you a smaller frame; But do not yield to borrowed lines- You were not made to live that way. *** Beyond the edge of what is drawn, There waits a call both wild and sure; For you are shaped of soil and storm, A force that rises to endure. *** Se...

In that unhopeful state, we feel no rhythm at all, A hollow dawn;your voice no longer here. It ended in a moment none could hold, A shattered breath, an unforeseen goodbye from everything. *** The world broke open on that fatal turn, A scream of fate;time and thoughts split into ash. One second whole, the next forever gone- And I was left behind to count the void in the dark. *** Shattered from life, I stood between two worlds, And saw the virgin face of death before me. Its quiet gaze held neither rage nor mercy, Just endless stillness calling me to fall. *** Each breath I take feels borrowed, never mine, As if I crossed that line and lost my way. I search for you in corners of the day and dark, But silence answers every whispered hope. *** Even tears refuse to fall for you now, The sky within is heavy, sealed, and still. Your absence echoes louder than all sound, Through empty rooms that once had warmth and light. *** The nights grow long, unending in their weight, Where memories blo...

  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Before the dawn breaks through this ashen sky, A tender breeze slips softly wandering by, I rock you slow where broken shadows lie, “Not tonight be still,” I trembling cry. *** Oh, wandering wind, don’t cross her face, The shells fall down, they shatter every place, Go rest upon the distant, silent trees, And spare my child your restless, haunted seas. *** The walls have turned to dust around our breath, Yet moonlight dims, afraid to echo death, It softens beams upon this fractured room, Just bright enough to guard you from the gloom. *** The restless rooster hushed its cry tonight, Though distant fire still stains the dark with light, Even the crickets soften all around, As if they fear to make a single sound. *** “They took the arms that once would shelter you,” She whispers low to skies no longer blue, “Your father sleeps where silence now has grown,” Yet still I bear this night for you alone. *** Hush now, my child, don’t wake to hear t...

Poverty is not just suffering- it erases a person’s identity, dignity, and future. She does not know the beauity  of her wheat skin- only the pallor dust has made her own, a breath of ash that settles in her lungs, a whiteness worn more deeply than her skin. *** The mill persists,an unrelenting will- its iron throat consuming hours and bone; each turning stone inscribes upon her hands the grammar of a life reduced to toil. *** No dawn attends her with a gentler name. I call her thus-the maiden made of golden grain, for she is bound to what she cannot taste, and shaped by what she labors to sustain. *** They number sacks yet never reckon need, they weigh the flour but never measure worth. Within her, hunger ripens into fire, a slow, consuming argument with flesh. *** No bread is hers, though bread is what she makes; she feeds on dust that settles at her lips, as if the body, schooled in long denial, might learn to live on absence made to seem. *** Her wages are the residue of work: ...

  In Silent Valley, I came so small, A cricket with dreams, with love for all, To spread soft peace in silent air, And sing of kindness everywhere. *** I thought this land, so calm and deep, Was where all hearts in peace could sleep, A place of love, so pure and wide, Where no harsh truths would ever hide. *** Upon a branch, with silver mane, Sat the Lion-tailed macaque in silent frame, He looked at me, so still, so wise, As if he knew life’s hidden ties. *** “Dear little one,” he softly said, “Not all is calm as it is read, This is no land of gentle peace, Where all your tender songs find ease.” *** “There is no place for you to live, This world takes more than it can give, This valley strong, both wild and true, Is not a place designed for you.” *** I paused my song, my voice grew weak, “Is there no place for love I seek? No space for care, no gentle art, To share the warmth within my heart?” *** He spoke again, “You must understand, Not every soul can fit each land, Nature is ne...

Beneath the earth, in ant-tunnels dim and long, I walked with my flying Mind, where silence turns to song. A crystal lay, like sunlight held in clay- A fragile truth that shimmered for a day. *///* My Mind asked softly, “Does this sweetness give life, Or is it but a spark that turns to strife?” I said, “If one believes it is the whole, Then loss will surely fracture such a soul.” *///* An ant rushed forth, like fire that leaps to claim: “This joy,” she cried, “and I are but the same.” She clutched it tight, as though it held her breath, While fear stood near, the quiet twin of death. *///* Here, desire mistook the part for whole- A hunger crowned and named itself the soul. What pleased the sense, she gathered into truth, And chained her being to its fleeting youth. *///* My Mind then whispered, “See how craving binds; Each grasp for more leaves hidden pain behind.” I felt the truth beneath that fragile sight: What’s held too hard can never hold the light. *///* Another came, like still...

Is this the peace we name ? a fragile hush, Between the past that burns and threats to come? A silence stitched with fear, not healing truth, Where wounds lie still, yet whisper what’s undone. *** In shadowed quiet where soft voices fade, There lies a truth too weighty to be held- A fragile hope delayed by our own hands, Awaiting those whose courage is not quelled. *** Peace is not born from darkness holding breath, Nor from the calm complacency defends; It lives within the fury of the storm, A fire through which the will to stand transcends. *** Across the earth, divided voices rise, Not seeking justice, only victory; As if the act of winning broken wars Could mend the roots of fractured dignity. *** And those who wear the symbols forged for peace Stand silent, bound by words that lost their claim; They watch as history repeats its wounds, Yet fail to act, and still invoke its name. *** If we do not act when the moment calls, What right have we to say that we are one? If titles mask t...

 Before I saw, I learned to name the dark, As “is” and “is not,” drawn in fragile lines; Like hands that trace the edges of a spark, Yet never grasp the fire that truly shines. *** Beyond my thought, something vast remains, Unseen, like oceans pressing into shell; Its distant pulse moves softly through my veins, A truth I feel, yet cannot fully tell. *** I live enclosed, like seeds beneath the soil, Believing earth and darkness are the whole; Unknowing of the sky beyond this coil, Or winds that wait to carry forth the soul. *** Like one once held within a hidden womb, Who never saw the vastness of the sky, Yet felt faint echoes through the gentle gloom, A distant life that slowly drifted by. *** And even now, in stillness, I can feel A subtle pull, like tides I cannot see; A silent force that does not speak, yet real, A hidden door that waits to open me. *** What I call end may be a breaking free, Like shells that crack to let new life begin; Not fall to void, but vast immensity, A...

  True bliss is not found in desire, but in dignity, compassion, and a love that heals The Bliss !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like autumn leaves unmoored from memory, My years were borne on time’s unpitying sea. Not to replace the love I once had known, But seeking still a peace to call my own. *** A bud was bound before it learned to bloom, A bride adorned in youth’s unripe perfume. Yet motherhood, that distant, sacred flame, Withdrew its light and would not speak my name. *** I wandered through white halls of muted breath, Where hope lay pale, acquainted close with death. In shrines where incense veiled the weeping air, I knelt among the ashes of despair. *** The stars, in cold indifference, were aligned To write denial deep within my mind. Their silent scripts, like frost on tender ground, Left barren fields where dreams were never found. *** Through searing suns that scorched the patient land, Through monsoon grief no heart could understand, I walked as one whom fate had marked apart, A q...

  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I walked where hunger carved its mark in dust, The bamboo rose like wants I could not still. I cut one down, yet many took its place, Desire climbed and pressed against the sky. !!!!!!!!!! In shadowed past, the forest breathed in hush, A restless longing stirred beneath my skin. I claimed the green as something made for me, And cut as though it had no voice to lose. !!!!!!!!!! Each hollow stem became a dream I held, A roof, a bed, a cradle yet to swing. I shaped my future from the living wood, And never paused to hear what roots might say. !!!!!!!!!! My blade came down; the earth replied in pain, The broken ground released its hidden fangs. From silent depths, the waiting dangers rose, Like buried truths returning into light. !!!!!!!!!! I struck them down, yet still they seemed to grow, For what we hide will find its way again. The forest whispered softly through the leaves, But want had made me deaf to all but need. !!!!!!!!!! A fragile ne...

In silent ink, eternity is spun, A voice that whispers when all is gone. Through fleeting shadows, words remain- A light that guides us through joy and pain.   ***************** Letters endure where fleeting voices fade, In poetry, their living breath is found. From silent thoughts, in careful lines they're made, And shape the truth that echoes all around. *** The pen, a sword of ink and quiet fire, Through poetry, it carves what must be known. It lifts the weak, it kindles lost desire, And gives a voice to hearts once left alone. *** In letters born, the dreams of freedom rise, Through poetry, they reach the open air. It walks with those in poverty and cries, Yet stands with wealth that glitters unaware. *** It sings of women,strength in every line, A grace that time and struggle can't erase. Through every verse, their silent powers shine, In poetry, they claim their rightful place. *** Each letter holds both tenderness and pain, In poetry, all human truths are cast. Kindness...

In temple fire, I rose beyond my name, My colors burned,red rage, white hush, black past. Bare feet on stone, I climbed through chants and smoke, Each drumbeat shaped a god from fragile bone. My skin became a map of hidden truths, A painted lie the faithful learned to trust. I wore their faith like armor made of flame, While doubt lay waiting, breathing under ash. Each step I climbed was built from silent need, From hunger sharpened by a world denied. I rose, Kaliyattakkaran  in their eyes- No longer man, but something they could fear. Crowned high in fire and woven threads of awe, I stood where questions perished into praise. They bowed as if my silence carried truth, While pride and faith grew tangled in my chest. At last I stepped into the living flame, Not as a man, but longing turned to light. I felt myself dissolve in something vast- The fire and I were no longer apart. In that bright union, doubt began to stir, A whisper threading through the sacred heat. For even gods, when...

From distant gaze, you shine with radiant grace, Like dawn that gilds the edges of the sky. Your tender smile enchants the longing heart, And draws us close, as tides obey the moon. But standing near, your laughter splits the air, A thunder crack that shatters sacred calm. Revealed beneath,your teeth are stained with night, As though the dark itself has learned to bleed. Within your charm, a silent serpent coils, Its venom masked in honeyed, gentle words. Your voice, like fire in sacred scripture cast, Still lures the lost like moths unto their end. Desire burns in you, a restless flame, And war resounds within your beating pulse. A beauty fierce, yet cloaked in false divine, A storm disguised within a house of prayer. Yet I have seen beyond your shining veil, A truth no shadow dares to hide for long. I bear a strength, a quiet binding force, To break your hold and strip your borrowed light. For every soul you crushed beneath your will, For every cry that vanished into dust, I draw a c...

  “Peace is often not genuine calm or harmony. It is a kind of numbness or illusion created after violence, pain, and sacrifice.” ********************* What we call “peace” is not pure - it is something fermented from suffering. Sacred words are placed in vessels, mixed with human blood, burned, buried, dissolved, turned into something else  and when we consume it, the numbness we feel is what we name as peace. >>> The world can cut and bleed, and peace from bitter seeds grows, In quiet after dreams, from shadows and from screams it flows. *** A sorrow steeped so slow in wounds we hide and vows we keep, Words once so pure and bright now stained in endless nights run deep. *** Sacred words rest in vessels, truths we cannot deny still, Mixed with what life has torn, with weary hearts it bends our will. *** Burned and broken away, then buried deep in hidden ground, Lost within time itself, where silent pain will not be found. *** At last it turns anew, from all the trial...

  I used to have a room with corners that remembered me. Walls that heldthe warmth of names, a window where the sun arrived gently- like it knew me. Now, the sky is my ceiling,wide, careless, never the same twice. The pavement does not keep memories- only footsteps that forget me as soon as they pass. I build my “room” out of shadows at night, a doorway from cardboard and hope, a roof from borrowed sleep. People walk by like closed doors. Their eyes- windows that never open. But still, in the quiet between noises, I gather small things: a kind glance, a half-smile, the warmth of tea held too long in my hands. And somehow, in this endless nowhere, I carry a room inside me fragile, invisible, but mine. Not made of walls,but of what I refuse to lose.   "Though walls may fade and corners blur,   the heart's own room remains pure, sure,   crafted not of stone or wood, but grace-  an everlasting, sacred place."         

  I was a seed at dawn-my life began, Beneath the soil where quiet hope once ran. I came, I saw, I breathed the silent air, A fleeting whisper,here, then nowhere. >>> With every sun, I rose and learned to grow, I felt the winds and rains I’d come to know. The world I saw was brief and full of light, A fragile dance that faded into night. >>> My life moved on in ways I’d never know, Like grains of dust through open hands it’d flow. In shadowed steps, I drifted out of sight, A silent rhythm fading into night. >>> I came and went like mist at break of day, My colors dimmed, my edges slipped away. A fleeting breath, a form that could not stay, A shadow lost along the quiet way. >>> I turned within and from the world I hid, A voiceless echo of the life I lived. A memory soft lingering in shade, A distant trace that slowly starts to fade. >>> Yet in my loss, a quiet grace I find, A gentle peace that lingers in the mind. For as I fade, I feel a...