Fourlinegraphia

  I forgot what happiness felt like- it became a distant memory, buried beneath years of sacrifice. I chased only what others wanted, left my own dreams standing in silence, my voice fading into unheard cries. I built homes for everyone but myself, became a sanctuary for the weary and worn. I lit up every room I entered- yet inside me, something stayed cold and unlit. I fixed what was broken without a sound, mended shattered hopes with careful hands. I wore courage like armor on my face while my soul whispered quiet demands. I gave my days to other people’s lives- my energy, my love, my time. And in return, I kept the dark hours, alone with the weight of my own decline. I let others take the credit, poured my essence into shadows. I kept waiting for “someday,” for a dawn that never seemed to come. I gave my best years away to others, left pieces of myself in places I can’t return to. One day I stood before the mirror and did not recognize the person staring back at me. And when it ...

  I’m gone beyond the far and silent sky above, Yet someone weeps for me with quiet love. A hidden tear falls softly, slow and clear, Into the earth where sleeping dreams appear. Like morning dew that rests on trembling leaves, It sinks through soil where tender memory grieves. Still warm, it burns like embers fading low, And guards the words we never let to show. If sorrow keeps for me a secret space, A silent ache no passing eyes can trace, Let it glow softly like the twilight’s gleam, A silver thread that binds us like a dream. For love is like the rain on summer air, It falls though I am no longer there. And in that hush my spirit lingers near, Like distant music drifting to your ear. Not lost, but woven deep in time’s own thread, Like echoes living long after they’re said. Though I have crossed beyond what eyes can see, Your quiet tears still carry part of me. So when the night is filled with gentle rain, And memory stirs with soft, unspoken pain, Know I remain, though hidden ...

Darkness falls  - a quiet breath of death, Fear waits still and holds its breath. Earth laments; the burdened skies Carry sorrow in their cries. Hope’s small flame flickers low, Veiled in smoke, afraid to glow; Even fire, fierce and bright, Pauses at the edge of night. Over India, a shadow bends - An hour where fragile order bends. The world stands tense in distant lands, With guarded hearts and watchful hands. Great powers gather, armed with might, Warheads poised beyond our sight; Yet let not panic lead the way, Nor rumor steal the light of day. Give no voice to whispered lies - Let truth, not fear, before us rise. Our strength is calm, our courage clear; A steady mind outlives all fear. Let others fight the wars they choose; We need not burn with borrowed news. Stand watchful  -firm, composed, and strong; Not every storm to us belongs. Truth is glass within the hand- Drop it once, it will not stand. Shadows shift and blur the line Between the false and genuine. The sea lies...

I am invisible visitor-I speak to you . I walk unseen; you never hear my tread. I breathe in rooms where silent tears are shed. I polish brass on dreams you could not save, And wait outside the door you never brave. I do not knock. I enter through your doubt, Through unpaid fears you try to lock without. Like interest growing quietly at night, I thicken shadows, thinning out your light. I call myself your Silence and your Rest. You feel my hand grow gentle in your chest. I lean toward you when hope begins to cease And softly ask, “Would ending bring you peace?” When debts like iron circle round your name, I come as mercy, free of guilt and shame. “Sign with your breath,” I whisper, “let it end- No more demands you cannot meet or mend.” I promise numbers vanish from your sky; I never tell you what it costs to die. When love has pawned your heart and left you bare, I come perfumed with tenderness and care. “No more comparing faces in the glass, No more rehearsing moments from the past. N...

  You said I would not last a single day, You claimed I didn't truly understand, You turned away so fast, and you were gone, You never saw the way that I would grow. Good. Because I broke in silence, deep and cold, Because I burned alone within myself, Because the doubt you held was violence- And fire is how I have been made so wide. You called it rust. I recognized it as rage. You saw me fall and then completely give in, But I have built a blade from all this wreck- From shattered parts I now will make a start. You do not know the thing that you began, You never, ever truly understood, You thought you left me broken, battered down- But I am nothing less than ironwood. Strike me now. Break me. Drag me all the way Through flames that shape exactly who I am. Hit me. Scar me. I will surely forge The edges to be sharpened and so strong. I am not what you remember of me, I'm not the soft and shining person then, I am the edge. I am the glowing ember. I am the very work the storm has...

  All things that bloom must answer unto dusk. No flame, however fierce, escapes the night. The world is but a passage carved by time, Where shining forms grow fragile in its wake. I was not born to perish in the dust. Once I wore emerald and bright gold flame. The morning sun would rest upon my face, And I would answer light with living glow. In careful hands I found a gentle home, Wrapped close in silk and guarded as a prize. Within my hollow chest lay secret dreams, Like hidden grain preserved for winter’s need. I held small hopes as one holds fragile fire, And trusted love would never turn away. But time, with silent fingers, marked my frame; A subtle fracture split my shining side. I know "No soul nor sorrow lingers here for long. All forms must fade beneath the patient sky. We come as light and vanish into dusk; Impermanence is all we truly own." No thunder warned me of what would be lost; Decay arrived in whispers, slow and sure. Abandonment consumed my hopeful core, T...

  Why are you silent, little bird of my heart? Do you cradle honeyed dreams- or hide a sorrow that will not depart? You linger where unspoken words remain, in tender shadows of secret pain. Your eyes search galaxies yet untold, a quiet universe, gentle and bold. Beyond the river of unshed tears, past the hush of waiting years, there waits a sky of silver flame- come with me, I’ll call your name. Like dawn’s first light I’ll break your night, soft and certain, warm and bright. With careful hands I’ll gather your fears, and turn lonely hours to golden years. A fortress of care I’ll build for you, steadfast, sheltering, deep and truethful. No storm too wild, no dark too steep- my promise is yours alone to keep. I’ll play love’s flute at morning’s rise to wake the stars within your eyes. Music will bloom in every space, a living hymn of quiet grace. Flowers will open where you tread, hope in every word unsaid. Why hide like the moon behind a cloud when your light was meant to sing alou...