Fourlinegraphia

The evening fades and quiet fills the room with shade. An empty chair still waits beside the silent door. Soft sunbeams wander slowly through the dusty air, Touching the walls where echoes of his laughter live. A weathered frame still guards the memory of his smile, Unchanged by years and unseen tears she keeps inside. They said he marched with courage bright beneath the flag; Now folded colors rest above his quiet grave. The bugle called across a sky too wide for grief, And pride and sorrow tangled deep within her hands. Morning arrives with gentler steps than once before; His boots no longer stand in patience by the door. The kettle sings a lonely song for only one, While two small voices call her name with hopeful eyes. She braids their hair and mends the seams of growing days, And reads again the letters softened by her tears. “Soon I’ll return,” the final fading promise says- A line that time has left unanswered in the blue. Each year she walks among the rows of silent stone And l...

  A Whistle Across the Burning Sky .................................................................. In the deep hush of the Western Ghats’ green shade, where moss slowly claims the ancient breathing stone, I rest upon a rain-dark branch of silver Chembakam, a flicker of flame in the cathedral of leaves. * Monsoon mist curls through the tangled forest air, the scent of wet earth rising deep from the soil. Pepper vines spiral on the patient trunks of trees, untroubled by the restless reach of human hands. * Below, a shy stream slips through shadowed roots and fern, moving toward seas it has never dreamed to see. I guard the quiet heart of emerald forest shade, where ancient rains whisper in endless green halls. * No flag is stitched upon my crimson forest breast, no passport marks the paths my wandering wings take. I move through skies where borders never learned to live, where sun belongs to ant and pine alike. * Yet the wind brings a taste I never asked to know, the iron-cold br...

  At dawn’s first hush, I perch in silent strength. Night schooled my heart to master hidden flame. Anger may rise like heat beneath my wings, Yet still I choose the branch of self-control. The forest hums with honeyed, fragile lies. Not every call that echoes means me well. Some smiles are traps disguised in golden light, Some vows dissolve like mist at break of day. I learned that fairness does not rule the trees. The just may fall while cunning shadows rise. So I rely upon my tempered wings, Before I lean on any borrowed nest. The wind once carried those who swore to stay; They vanished like dry leaves in restless gusts. From empty branches, I rebuilt my poise, And found my strength was rooted deep within. I know the difference now in forest ways: Between loud flocks and souls who rest in peace. With some, the silence settles soft and warm; With most, the air grows heavy with pretense. I learned to say a quiet, certain no. To leave the vines that tighten round my flight. To guar...

  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...