Fourlinegraphia

  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...