sands of time run dry

take me to a place called home

Take me to a place called home,
A place where the rain never enters,
A place where peace is sought and found,
A place which shields my tired soul,
Providing rejuvenation
When my soul aches.

A place where laughter wipes tears,
Where shoulders become wipes.

Take me to a place called home,
Where things make sense,
Without a million eyes
Scrutinising every detail.

sands of time run dry

Till the sands of time run dry,
And the hourglass finds stillness.

Let my roots find firm soil,
Anchor deep,
Find strongholds
Against all wishing to depose
Me of my claim here.

Here, where I'll bear fruit.
Here, where my flowers
Shall bear seeds.
Here, where the seeds
Shall begin their journey
To find their own plots.
Here, where they'll find
A place to return.

a deed to the skies

The sun will rise,

Banish the darkness,

Lay its claim,

For it, too, possesses a deed

To the skies.

It shall take its place,

Shine and recede,

For permanence

Is owed to none.

The strength to Bloom

With time, you will bloom,

Spread your petals wide,
A warm greeting to the sun.

Your roots shall find their place;
Anchor deep
In soil rich enough
To foster your growth.

As you bloom,
As you grow,
As you showcase your vibrancy,
Recollections of growing pains
Shall surface,
Becoming markers
Of the strength you’ve shown—

The strength to bloom
Against trials
That craved to see you wilt,
Wither, and cease to exist.

the stars speak

the stars are speaking
they share tales in their twinkling
they converse of worlds
they've gazed upon
and mortals whose necks creak
as they cast their eyes upward
they congregate over wishes
spoken in hearts
as they race across galaxies
they speak of the power they yield
to cast light
upon vast stretches of darkness

gratitudes seed

The heart becomes soil.
Gratitude, the seed,
the mind carefully sows.
The soil tilled by remembrance,
holds every cherished thing,
collecting, recording, archiving
all that is dear.
Gratitude upon a fertile heart
finds nourishment.
Blessings bloom and thrive,
granting favour
to the life that puts gratitude first.

star gazing

Star lit night
Sky sparkling bright
Moon in full bloom
Silence fills the air
Not a whisper
Nor a crickets call
The world seeming still
In its movement
A cold chill lingers
A heart beats with a soft hum
A calmness
Blankets
Those whose eyes lay glued
To the twinkle of clear skies

time we carve

Portions of time

Have been allotted to us

To carve  out

pieces of history

Leaving footprints

As markers of our existence

The Rainbow Bows

The rain recedes.
Black clouds perform
a disappearing act.
Blue skies return.

For every storm
covers beauty
behind turmoil,
the sun beams.
It cues for life
to leave its shelter.

A rainbow bows,
a signal that this storm
has run its course.

The rain recedes.
Black clouds perform
a disappearing act.
Blue skies return.

For every storm
covers beauty
behind turmoil,
the sun beams.
It cues for life
to leave its shelter.

A rainbow bows,
a signal that this storm
has run its course.