#poetryofhope
A boy in his chair, eyes fixed on the blue,
Dreams of soaring high, like the birds he once knew.
No wheels to hold him, no ground to restrain,
Just wings to carry him, through sun and through rain.
He'd dance on the wind, with effortless grace,
A feathered spirit, in time and in space.
The world stretched below, a vibrant array,
A symphony of freedom, to brighten his day.
In his mind's eye, he's already flown,
A bird in the sky, finally on his own.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 4:44 AM UTC
***
In the realm
of gracious souls,
a tribute
to the strength we hold—
a gift woven
into our humanity
the simple grace
of offering kindness
whenever we can.
I pause
and ask myself—
can we not choose
kindness?
For love
reveals itself
through kindness.
It echoes,
it reverberates,
spreading its message
from heart
to heart.
A warmth
so inviting,
overflowing
with generosity
and care.
It nurtures
uplifting moments—
from quiet conversations
to meaningful connections,
sowing the roots
of lasting bonds,
until harmony
ripples outward
across our world.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 4:47 AM UTC
Linked Haiku Sequence
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Summer sky above—
a soldier and the one he loves
watch the world drift by.
Miles stretch between them,
yet their hearts beat side by side,
threads of promise hold.
Rain taps on the glass—
each drop a gentle message,
a kiss sent through clouds.
Seasons turn slowly,
letters warm the quiet nights—
love learning patience.
Storm winds cannot break
the lantern their hearts carry
through the longest dark.
One bright summer day
they stand beside the same sky—
distance fades to home.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 5:49 AM UTC
With a naked eye,
I share these naked thoughts—
so bear with me a moment.
You found me in a vulnerable stance—
_bare_, but still standing on business.
Banking on every dream that still
has a resting chance.
Even when life feels mundane in too
many ways—I keep pushing, fighting
the material gaze of critics, and the
cryptic ways some people define love
and measure trust.
But between all people, there is life—
and in life there’s the chance to live out
a dream, to become who we are without
shame, to love who loves us back, yet still,
hold out a hand, as an extension of love
to those who need it the most.
And maybe, just maybe—that’s the kind
of dream worth believing in.
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 4:14 AM UTC
May I meet you someday like this,
may there be no rush of saying goodbye
may there be no fear of interruptions.
may all the emotions be poured out
and every nook and cranny of my heart be emptied.
may I hold no regrets within
may memories not haunt us later.
May I never tire of expressing myself
may I find contentment in listening to you
may there be no constraints of time
and may we be bound together as a single knot
you, time, and I.
May I grasp you and drift into a deep slumber
may there be no haste to wake up
may there be no fear of missing a moment
may I get melted on your embrace, and
meld into your wholeness
just as the soul merges with the Supreme Being
May there be no unfulfilled dreams like this
may there be realities that satisfy me.
Someday, may I meet you
just like this.
- ० -
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 10:17 PM UTC
In a world where we feel forsaken and abandoned,
A barren land bleaked with loneliness, forgotten, forlorn
A life so hopeless and full of desolation.
A whole generation plagued by an epidemic called depression.
An illness that took the lives of many.
Yet still misunderstood, dismissed as laziness aplenty.
Loving parents lose daughters and sons,
Still no cure, incomprehensable not even one can understands.
They've scoured books, devoured dictionaries, seeking words to describe how they really feel,
Yet none can mend a soul like them, too broken to heal, too shattered to fix it still.
But then you came, a beacon so bright,
on this dim and narrow path I called life,
A glimmer of hope in a world so dark, where it all seems filled with wrath and strife.
Be strong and make sure to guard your light,
Growing it ever more intense —impairing a sight,
Let it shine brighter than any stars and sun,
Help them light up their way till the darkness around them are gone.
For souls that dwells in void like mine,
I cherished the warmth it gives and provides,
In a world not built for us to live, rather just merely for us to survive.
Yet remain cautious of those who'd dim your glow,
Leaving you cold, it's unkind — I know.
But keep your flames burning with passion,
Nurture it, share it wisely like a precious ration,
For your light is a beacon of hope,
Guiding those lost in darkness, away from ending their lives hanging on a rope.
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC