The dawn awakes in silver light,
And paints the lake with colors bright;
White blossoms lean from branches high,
To greet the sun that climbs the sky—
A gentle world, serene and bright.
The winding path invites delight,
While shadows fade before the light;
Soft breezes stir and wander by,
The dawn awakes.
The hills emerge from fading night,
And every bloom shines pure and white;
The water mirrors earth and sky,
As waking birds begin to fly—
A hymn of peace, a sacred sight:
The dawn awakes.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 4:44 AM UTC
True comfort found in steady eyes,
Beneath the wide and changing skies,
When heavy steps begin to tire,
They stir the coals and feed the fire,
And strip away the world's disguise.
They listen to our quiet sighs,
And silence all the haunting lies,
To lift our weary spirits higher—
True comfort found.
No fleeting praise that quickly dies,
But love that holds and never flies,
A shelter from the stormy briar,
To grant the peace that we desire,
Where faith remains and sorrow dies—
True comfort found.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 3:43 AM UTC
To charge ahead where freedom flies,
Beneath the glow of crimson skies,
Seven steeds of striking hue,
Of chestnut, alabaster, blue,
Before the sun begin to rise.
With power flashing in their eyes,
They mock the wind with fierce replies,
And trace a path forever new,
To charge ahead.
No heavy chains, no broken ties,
Can hold the strength that multiplies,
As fields of gold are racing through,
With brilliant strides and purpose true,
They leap where hope and triumph lies,
To charge ahead.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 6:56 AM UTC
Earth's dust am I. Where am I shy?
Under the blue horizon sky,
Nature and time are fleeting graces.
Pretentiousness is a humble place.
Looking for truth are searching eyes.
The Deception of "Clever Lies": Emotional Bonds It Unties
Human bonds are a grand embrace—
Earth's dust am I.
Where you are born, memory lies.
Tight bond with your homeland that ties
A tortured spirit to its race.
Still going at a hurried pace,
Do rest, my soul, the comfort sighs.
Earth's dust am I.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 2:58 PM UTC
The silver medals shine so bright
In the parade grounds' morning light
For a photograph as they stand
Can hear boots marching on the sand
Skills they show marching, flight by flight
Can view the fighter jets in white
If scrambled, they can reach the height.
Valour and pride go hand in hand.
The medals gleam.
Air veteran so brisk and straight.
With his spouse, what a joyful sight!
Made for each other, they look grand.
Air Force Day parade with band
All the surroundings are so bright.
The medals gleam.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC
With white and gold the garden glows.
Beauty's laburnum blossom shows.
Golden yellow flowers so high,
Rays peeping under blue
sky,
divine spirit, the more it grows.
The innocent looks that she shows,
Like a silent flower that blows,
Under the shaded trees they lie.
In white and gold
Structured path as the beauty goes
Smiling, she stands quite calmly in repose.
Whispering me sweet bye and bye
Happiness cannot dim the eye. Perfectly balancing that shows
In white and gold
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 12:59 AM UTC
One who thinks he is so wise,
That he will always claim the skies;
Building castles in air so tall,
His shadow that covers the small,
Pride and ego that he supplies.
Disheartened when others rise,
Curtailing them with sharp replies;
Confined there in his mirror’s wall,
Can't see them rise
A false image: truth escapes his lies.
Winning at lying takes the prize;
On rocky ground seeds will fall.
No chance for them to grow at all.
Live anyway with the soul's demise.
Can't see them rise
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 7:35 AM UTC
Heavy school bell paid for the small,
In Iran hundred sixty-eight who fall.
Under the dust of brick and stone,
Their childhood dreams are left alone.
Silence shows above them all.
They don't wear a soldier's dress and be tall.
Who could justify this bitter thrall?
The Iran war depicts the hollow groan—
Heavy school bell.
Lawless and against the wall,
With these war crimes' sacred mandates to brawl,
How the innocent are sown.
Such war crimes the world must now disown,
School children and their spirits call—
Heavy school bell.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 6:33 AM UTC