In the realm of endless waiting,
Where talent endlessly flaunts,
A symphony of yearning souls,
A dance of dreams in endless taunts.

Few cross the threshold, fate in their stride,
To the other side where glory resides.
Fame whispers promises, a tempting song,
A journey awaited, though arduously long.

Yet, the others stand in helpless gaze,
Watching dreams like distant haze.
Talents showcased, a silent plea,
Wandering when their time will be.

Patience, a virtue, some endure,
While others surrender, dreams unsure.
Daily battles, relentless they fight,
Some strive for dawn, some embrace the night.

Their talent, a double-edged sword,
A gift and curse in one accord.
To perform, day by day,
In the wait for their moment's ray.

A stage awaits, the spotlight keen,
For those who persist, remain unseen.
In the rhythm of life's silent sound,
They wait to be found, dreams unbound.

THEY MAKE
SO AS TO BREAK …….

THEY WRITE
SO AS TO FIGHT ………

THEY SAY
SO AS TO PREY ………….

Everyone…. Everyone….
Thinks they are Right….

In a vast, endless desert wide,
Few souls, weary, lost beside.
Thirsty, tired, under the sun's strong sway,
Comes a man, climbing day by day.

Up the mountain, he strives and fights,
Through day and night, reaching new heights.
An oasis found, a haven afar,
Guiding lost souls, like a guiding star.

Documenting the path with care,
For future generations to be aware.
Some follow the way, others stray,
In circles they go, to return one day.

In the complexity of fate's dance, you looked into my eyes, discovering a mysterious stranger.

Inside, courage remained dormant, and each moment reflected the silent struggles of a lover.

Her eyes held a universe of unspoken emotions, constrained by the relentless pressure of society.

So much of Water
Too Little Buckets
Spillage is But Natural
Alas it falls on the Tables
Dried to come back
Cycle Continues
Millions of Years
Ensuring that every droplet
Enters the Bucket….

Soul's journey, like water's flow,
From realms unknown to Earth, they go.
Buckets few, spills are bound,
Life's dance, a cycle profound.

On earthly tables, they briefly rest,
Droplets of spirit, each a guest.
Dried to return, a timeless spree,
A cosmic cycle, the soul's journey.

Millions of years, this celestial spin,
Unique droplets, each with a kin.
Back and forth, they play their part,
In the grand dance, a cosmic art.