this global age, where borders blur and fade,
And cultures clash in digital displays,
A haunting question lingers, unafraid:
Where does my true identity now lay?
The traditions of my fathers, once so clear,
Now mingled are with streams from distant lands,
A tapestry of influences, held dear,
Yet, leaving me with empty, grasping hands.
I am a citizen of earth, they say,
But feel the roots of heritage still tug,
A dissonance that haunts me day by day,
A fractured mirror reflecting back a hug
Of past and present, future yet unknown,
A quest for self in seeds that I have sown.
A celestial pearl
Pale orb of night, a silent, watchful eye,
You hang suspended in the velvet deep.
A gentle beacon in the starlit sky,
Where restless dreams a solemn vigil keep.
You paint the world in shades of silver bright,
And whisper secrets to the sleeping land.
A timeless solace in the endless night,
A guiding hand, a comfort close at hand.
Your mystic glow inspires poets' quill,
And lovers' hearts with tender feelings stirred.
A celestial pearl, serene and still,
Your beauty reigns, forever to be heard.
So, shine on, moon, and cast your gentle light,
And banish darkness with your radiant might.
A universe of needs
A tiny fist, a face contorted red,
A sound that shatters silence, sharp and keen.
A universe of needs yet to be said,
Expressed in wails, a primal, raw routine.
No words are formed, no sentence takes its shape,
But hunger, fear, or loneliness declare
Within that cry, a desperate escape
From shadows looming, or from empty air.
A parent's heart leaps forth to understand,
To soothe the tremour in that fragile plea,
To cradle close, a helping, loving hand.
And in the rocking, find tranquility.
The crying fades, a sigh escapes at last,
A peaceful slumber, troubles overcast.
A journey to unfold
Within these pages, wisdom softly sleeps,
Awaiting eyes that seek its gentle light.
No voice proclaims, yet knowledge deeply leaps,
And shadows fade before its burning bright.
Through tales of old, and truths forever new,
We glimpse the world in all its vibrant hue.
From sorrow's depths to triumphs strong and true,
We learn to judge, to ponder, and pursue.
Each turning leaf, a journey to unfold,
A tapestry of thoughts, both bold and mild.
The secrets held, more precious far than gold,
A fertile ground for reason, meek and wild.
So, open wide these doors to realms unseen,
And find yourself, where understanding's keen.
A gentle echo
In realms of hush, where shadows softly creep,
A symphony unheard, a muted plea,
The sound of silence, secrets it does keep,
A vast expanse of tranquil mystery.
No bustling noise, no clamour to be found,
Just stillness deep, a solace for the soul,
Where introspection's seeds take fertile ground,
And stories in the quiet start to roll.
The world may rush, a tempest in its prime,
But in the pause, a different strength we find,
A gentle echo resonating time,
Leaving bustling thoughts far behind.
So, listen close, perhaps you'll understand,
The potent language spoken by the land.
Simple joys
The clock ticks on, a steady, rhythmic beat,
But heed it not, let worries fade away.
Embrace the now, this moment bittersweet,
And find delight in sunshine's golden ray.
A gentle breeze, a songbird's sweet refrain,
A laughter shared, a friendly, knowing glance,
These simple joys, a balm to soothe the pain,
A fleeting glimpse of life's enchanting dance.
So, breathe it in, this precious gift of time,
Before it slips away, beyond recall.
Let pleasure bloom, in its most perfect prime,
And cherish every moment, stand up tall.
For, life is short, a fragile, tender thing,
So, fill it now with joy, let your heart sing.
A bitter sting
Destructive criticism, a barbed and cruel dart,
Can pierce the fragile shell of budding dreams,
Leaving a wounded heart, a soul apart,
A silent scream where vibrant hope once gleamed.
It lacks the grace of guidance, gently given,
And tears instead of building, brick by brick.
A poisoned tongue, a spirit unforgiven,
It leaves a scar that time cannot quite trick.
So, let us choose our words with careful art,
To nurture growth, not crush with bitter sting.
For, kindness sown can heal a broken heart,
And lift a soul to rise, and learn to sing.
Let empathy illuminate our way,
And banish darkness from the light of day.
A poison thought
A viper coiled within my heart does lie,
Its venom drips, a slow and bitter burn.
At every glance, at every whispered sigh,
My fragile peace to ashes it does turn.
I see your smile, directed not at me,
And shadows dance