From mountain peaks, a river flows,
Its silver dance in sunlight glows.
Birds sing sweetly from morn to night,
Their melodies are a pure delight.

The soft wind wraps in tender care,
A gentle kiss, beyond compare.
It stirs the heart, sets spirits free,
A glowing touch, a harmony.

In nature's arms, a soul takes flight,
Glowing gently, bathed in light.
A timeless bond, serene and true,
The world's soft beauty, embracing you.

She crossed oceans of time for his love, yet he couldn’t spare a moment for her heart.
She waited, not for grand gestures, but for the simplest gift of his time—a gift that never came.
Distance didn’t break her,
She believed love could endure any distance, but it was his lack of presence that truly kept them apart.
In her long wait, she realized that -love isn’t measured by miles
but by moments shared.
She dreamed of him making time for her, but all she got were dreams filled with endless waiting.

The greatest distance wasn’t the miles between them—it was his failure to meet her halfway.

She feels the world's weight in her chest,
but deep within,
she knows she holds the strength to rise.
No matter how small,
each step she takes is a victory over the whispers of doubt.
She's not just surviving her anxiety—she's learning to bloom through it, one breath at a time.

"True happiness blooms when you fall in love......
                       .........with the person you see in the mirror every day."

A girl sits silent beneath the skies,
With stars of wonder in her eyes.
Her heart, a map of roads untread,
A thousand dreams within her head.

She longs to dance, to sing, to soar,
To walk through life and seek much more.
Yet shadows whisper, soft and low,
"Stay where it’s safe; don’t let it show."

The weight of doubt, the chains of fear,
Hold her back though the path is clear.
The world outside calls loud and true,
But voices within say, “It’s not for you.”

Oh, how she yearns to break away,
To chase the dawn, to seize the day.
But every step feels bound, confined,
By unseen hands, by her own mind.

Yet deep inside, a spark remains,
A rebel flame that shakes the chains.
One day, perhaps, she’ll rise, set free,
And claim her dreams, her destiny.

The Maze of Thought

In the maze of thoughts, I wander, lost,
A sea of ideas, but at what cost?
Each path I take loops back around,
Feet stuck firm on uncertain ground.

Desire to move, but roots hold tight,
Dreams flicker dimly in the depth of night.
A spark of will, yet drowned in doubt,
Trapped in silence, wanting to shout.

The mind, a storm, with no clear way,
Endless night with no break of day.
Yet in the stillness, whispers gleam,
A voice within that dares to dream.

So here I stand, within this haze,
Searching for the light, the blaze.
Even in the darkest hour,
The mind holds seeds of hidden power.