You stood with me through storm and fire,
Shared dreams that lifted, hopes that inspired.
We built from dust, with calloused hands,
A vision stitched from shifting sands.

We laughed in light, we fought through shade,
And for a time, the fears did fade.
You gave your heart, your strength, your will,
And walked beside me up the hill.

But life has turns we can’t foresee,
And now you say you must break free.
Not out of spite, or loss of care—
But need, and weight too much to bear.

I see the truth behind your eyes,
The quiet hurt, the last goodbyes.
And though it cuts, I understand:
Not all can stay and still withstand.

So go with grace, not guilt, not shame,
You’ve carved your part into this flame.
The road diverges, and that’s okay—
Our bond was real, if not to stay.

And I’ll keep walking, lone but whole,
Still burning with the same old soul.
For those who leave, and those who’ve gone

Your footprints help me carry on.

Rings are not designed
For the Thumb.

We don't know each other,
We have not seen each other.
Yet, we are bound together
by an invisible thread of emotions
in this world of words .

Together we stand ,
   with each other ,
    for each other.

Happy families, smiling,
enjoying time together,
atmosphere filled with their laughter.

And then -

in a moment of madness,
all silenced.

Bullets took over,
dead bodies lying all around.

Terror strikes the land
we call "Paradise on Earth."

All I ever wanted was to pour my soul,
Not to be judged,
Not to be silenced—
Only to find answers to the storms within.

I reached out, again and again,
Each time met with emptiness,
Each attempt shattering against walls unseen.

At last, I bowed my head to the truth:
It is not by will alone,
But by the hand of God that paths are carved.

You can fight, you can bleed,
You can cry out to the heavens—
But destiny will not be moved.

Its Simple …
There are no Heroes…..
Without Enemies.