Quiet as a mouse in a crowd,
But behind closed doors
a roaring lion.
You hide your strength from others’ eyes,
Only to lash out when no one’s wise.
What a bully, acting so tough,
Building power when it’s safe enough.
Now you’re six feet under,
Where no eyes can see.
How’s your power now,
When you stand face to face with your maker?
I’m sorry, but that’s how I feel toward you.
That’s the raw truth,
The behavior you showed me,
And that’s all I know of you.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC
Life is a journey, unique to each of us.
Some rush ahead,
hoping to arrive quicker,
only to find
the destination was never the goal.
Led by stress and greed,
they miss the beauty along the way.
Others take and take,
filling an endless emptiness,
leaving only destruction in their wake.
Unaware, they self-destruct,
and arrive at their end
with nothing but regret.
Some are stuck,
caught in a traffic jam of indecision,
watching life pass them by,
unable to move forward.
Some wander like travellers,
carrying no burdens, claiming no place,
embracing every moment—
every breath, every splendour.
Like a host greeting each guest,
they welcome all that comes their way.
Yet all of us walk this road,
each step shaped by our choices.
It is the inner journey
that determines where we’ll end.
Will it lead to destruction, distraction, or tranquillity?
Mend your compass,
the guide within your heart,
and let it point to true north—
a place of peace,
a destination not of the world,
but of the soul.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 7:50 AM UTC
Bound by blood, but pulled apart by chaos.
Our parents, too greedy for worldly pleasures,
Built a house of dysfunction,
Where hatred seeped into the cracks.
We had no guidance.
No proper hand to lead us,
No gentle voice to show us the way.
There was no guidance when we entered the world
Just confusion, just the bitterness they carried.
They raised us to see each other as rivals,
Their own hatred mirrored in our eyes.
But as a child, I didn’t care
I loved my siblings,
With a love so pure, it refused to waver.
No matter the circumstance,
No matter the anger or the blame,
I held them in my heart,
Even as the world built walls between us.
Now, we don’t talk.
The years have made us strangers,
Or so it seems.
But deep down, I know the truth
We were never strangers.
It was the environment,
The greed, the pain, the brokenness,
That turned love into silence.
We grew up in the same storm,
But it swept us in different directions.
Still, I hold the memory of that love,
The way it felt before the world got in the way.
And I wonder,
If beneath the silence,
They remember it too.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 7:28 AM UTC
What is the gift of life, you ask me?
What is the gift of life, you ask?
It is me touching, holding, and feeling you—
the warmth of your presence,
the weight of your being.
What is the gift of life, you ask?
It is me listening to your rhythm,
your vibration,
your calling that echoes through my soul.
What is the gift of life, you ask?
It is me sensing you near,
smelling the essence of you.
What is the gift of life, you ask?
It is me tasting you,
being nourished by you,
knowing you sustain me.
You are the gift of life.
In every breath, in every touch,
in every wonder, I have learned—
you are the gift of life.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 10:54 AM UTC