Chetan

Chetan Aug 6

He Lays a Palisade

The reason why
the dad with daughter
have a thing
called she his queen
is not for rule,
but reverence.
A sacred bond,
soft and silent.

The reason
every man
longs to be understood
not by the world,
but by the one
who holds his truth
like a mirror
before time slips
through the fingers.

He shows his mirror,
the soul within
all he’s seen,
all he’s weathered
to the one
before the clock
devours his voice.

He lays a palisade
in his queen’s mind
not of walls,
but wordless strength.
A map of wisdom,
buried quiet.
She walks on,
knowing and unknowing,
a soul that carries
what she cannot name.

He serves her still
a raft in storm,
held together
by devotion.
He knows
he’ll lose.
Yet he bears.
He stays.

Living or gone,
what they never said
still breathes
in silence,
in echoes,
in chaos
they never chose.

And somewhere,
between the storm
and stillness,
his love
remains.

#bog

Chetan Apr 7

“Unknown Express”

The good sleep, they say, is when silence wins—
but mine comes when the worst begins.
Eyes closed, but the world still screams,
in shadows stitched between my dreams.

Pain waits like luggage left behind,
tagged with truths I tried to unwind.
It boards the train without a name,
to where the stars forget the flame.

No ticket back, no platform light,
just echoes riding into night.
If this is rest, then let me roam
until the end, or some kind of home.

#ecid

Chetan Apr 3

Arise To Be loved

I know,I love her so,
Yet my heart feels heavy, slow.
Not for loss, nor for regret,
But for a wish not met just yet.

I dream she walks where kindness grows,
Where every soul she meets just knows
To greet her warmth, to see her bright,
To make her days a softer light.

For in her steps, the world should hum,
A melody where burdens numb.
Not alone, not lost, not weak,
But held in love, in peace unique.

So be it bless in the trials she keeps,
Let love surround, let comfort seep.
Not just my own, but all who see,
The beauty she was born to be.

Woolmen

Chetan Apr 1

☙ 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘵… ❧

Let I Rest

Let I rest, I say,
Slowly place my soul in sleep,
Where wandering is living,
And learning sings deep.

With each soul I meet,
A mirage in the sand,
I wake as a whisper,
A touch, a hand fades.

Fighting for peace,
With the body I roam,
Yet longing for silence,
A place to call home.

So let I rest, I say,
Like a feather on air,
Drifting in knowing,
No burden to bear.

.Unreal paradox

Mar 31

kris

Before It's Too Late

Death comes at any time,
Maybe tomorrow or even tonight.
One day they're here then "****!" they're gone.
So say "I love you" before it's too late.

We think that there will always be a tomorrow.

#death #love #poetry #writing

Mar 31

Poet

Sincerely…

breathe
do you feel your lungs expanding?
do you feel you chest rising?
open
open your eyes
do you see the sun?
the moon?
the stars?
the clouds?
all of them were made for you
you
wonderful
       beautiful
                lovely
                                           YOU
sincerely,
someone who cares

Chetan Mar 31

Twist of Feeling

As the structure of DNA twists,
so do my feelings
each strand, a story,
each bond, a connection I try to explain
to the one who might listen.

From something to nothing,
we evolve.
Adding, breaking, shaping new forms
to understand ourselves,
to find meaning in the chaos of becoming

#enod