Below the mountains high,
A river meanders by,
Through the rocks and trees,
The water flows and seeps.
It shimmers in the sun,
Winding, passing one,
Bringing life and joy,
To the birds and the boy.
It carries a song,
Melodious and long,
Through the valleys and hills,
Its secrets it spills.
The river so peaceful,
Coursing through the west,
Providing a haven,
For life to rest.
Below the mountains high,
Her eyes, a beguiling abyss,
Her curves, a sensual seascape,
Her lips, a vermillion bloom,
Her touch, a silent storm’s gentle swoon,
Her voice, a nocturne’s softest tune,
A siren’s call where I surrender,
A dance that sets my spirit free.
A kiss that leaves me yearning, weak,
A pledge that my heart now seeks,
A fragrance that my soul remembers.
She’s a tempest in her tranquility,
She’s an allure in her mystery,
She’s a temptation I can’t withstand,
She’s a fervor I can’t comprehend,
She’s a passion I’ll forever withstand.
A passion that I can’t refuse,
A desire that’s hard to ignore,
A fervor that’s hard to resist,
A fire that’s lit and won’t subside,
A passion that I’ll forever pursue.
In her eyes, I’ve found my muse,
In her touch, I’ve found my solace,
In her voice, I’ve found my peace,
In her kiss, I’ve found my release,
In her, I’ve found my endless oasis.
As the dawn breaks, a soft light appears,
Painting the sky with hues of hope and fears.
Pink and orange, a tapestry weaves,
In the gentle embrace of morning’s leaves.
The world, a stage, awakens to the show,
A new day dawns, a chance to grow.
The birds, the choir, their morning song sing,
In the arms of morning, all the world seems to cling.
The clouds, the dancers, in the sky’s vast hall,
Weave their way through the morning’s gentle pall.
Shapes and shadows, a fleeting delight,
In the morning’s gentle embrace, take flight.
The horizon, a ribbon, stretches wide and far,
A canvas splattered with colors that dare.
As hopeful skies usher in a new day’s birth,
We’re reminded of life’s beauty, our hearts filled with mirth.
So let us greet this day with open arms,
Hope and dreams, our hearts’ true charms.
For in the morning’s gentle embrace, we find,
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A sigh, such a sigh,
It seems so deep and true.
It has been long held in,
It signals me and you.
It speaks of grief, sadness, and pain, in silent language clear.
Each has all felt it, so tender and near.
For a moment it shall touch us,
In our hearts and our souls.
It’s an emotion no one can control.
You may try to hide it,
From all of the world’s views.
But a sigh, such a sigh,
Soon reveals so much more than you wish it to.
When all the heavy heartache and worry
Have finally receded from view,
Then that sigh, such a sigh,
Can bring us to peace so true.
Late night, oh late night,
When the world is asleep and out of sight,
I find myself lost in thought,
In the silence where my mind is taught.
The moon shines bright up above,
As I ponder life, love, and all thereof,
The stars twinkle like fairy lights,
Guiding me through the darkest nights.
My heart beats slow, my breath is calm,
As I let go of all that’s wrong,
And embrace the peace that surrounds,
In this moment, where tranquility abounds.
Late night, oh late night,
You are my solace, my guiding light,
In your stillness, I find my way,
Through the chaos of each passing day.
Approbation, pure delight
Rest easy my soul tonight
It brings me joy, gives me hope
For all, it surely will cope
It’s a gift of strength and peace
A steadying balm, my nerves to appease
It blesses me in ways great and small
My spirit of praise can’t help but enthrall
This gentle elixir of life
Gives me strength for daily strife
For I am able to approach tasks with tenacity
Thanks to this precious approbation’s decree.
As I sit in a room of many faces
Thoughts run through my mind
As they stare at me in judgement
The curtains of my guilt wrap around me in disgrace
Lies I have told, truths I have hid
The walls are crumbling, my secrets revealed
The accusations fly, as I seem to have no defense
The curtains of my guilt, tangle me in its grasp
Can I ever be forgiven, for the many deeds I have done?
Or be doomed to eternal damnation for my many sins?
Is there a way to turn back time, and away run
From these painful curtains of my guilt, weighing me down
As I try to face my inner demons, and look to the skies
The curtains of my guilt bind me, like a prisoner on trial
They show me no mercy, and refuse to let me go
Curses hang in the air, as I cry foul and woe
Maybe one day I will find my way to redemption
And throw the curtains of my guilt to the ground
My heart free of fear, and restored from the fires of hell
On that day my peace shall be found.
When all is still, and darkness reigns supreme
Amidst the silence, a tale of life’s dreams
Are born in the heart, where hope does gleam
In whispers soft, a secret it would seem
The world outside may be barren and cold
But within, a fire burns, bold and old
It warms the soul, and lifts the veil
Revealing visions of a brighter sail
Across the horizon, a glimmer appears
A light that guides, through doubts and fears
A promise kept, a journey to pursue
A future bright, for me and you
So let us embrace this quiet night
And let our imaginations take flight
For when everything ceases, we find peace
And in our hearts, a new beginning release.
My bed, a place of solace and my home,
Where I lay to find relaxation from the day.
My thoughts drift off, I slowly float away,
Vivid dreams of fantasies that come my way.
Time passes quietly and I stay in peace,
As I rest in my bed and be in ease.
When worries and stress slowly creep,
My bed helps me find my own retreat.
My bed is a place I can be just me,
My mind can wander, it’s an escape for free.
My bed is a shelter in which I control,
Where I can relax and just be whole.
My bed, a place of comfort and rest,
It’s my safe place, forever and not less.
In twisted tangles of an imbroglio,
A web of woes that doth entwine,
With knots of confusion, heart and soul do go,
And reason flies, like wind in leaves divine.
In this labyrinth of thoughts so intricate,
Where truth is lost, as in a maze profound,
The mind doth struggle to find its state,
As passions rage, like waves around.
But hope doth shine, like stars above,
A guiding light, to those who love,
For in the midst of all this strife,
Lies peace, if one but chooses life.
So let us not be daunted by the fight,
Nor lose our way in darkest night,
For in the end, we shall emerge from sight,
To see the beauty of the light.
In the moonlit night, beneath the stars,
Jasmine whispers, soft and sweet,
A fragrance that enchants and soothes,
A balm for weary, troubled hearts.
Jasmine whispers, tales of love,
Of passion and of longing deep,
Of secrets whispered in the breeze,
As lovers dance and hearts take flight.
Jasmine whispers, songs of hope,
Of dreams that soar on wings of light,
Of beauty found in every bloom,
Of joy that fills the darkest night.
Jasmine whispers, words of peace,
A gentle lullaby for the soul,
A reminder that we’re all connected,
That love and kindness make us whole.
So listen close, my dear friend,
To the jasmine whispers, soft and clear,
Let their magic fill your heart with love,
And guide you on a path of light.
In the realms of affection, where hearts do alight,
Sides of love are like facets of a diamond, bright.
Each one a different angle, a unique part of the whole,
Shining with its own light, a story to tell, a role.
On one side, there’s passion, a flame that’s ignite,
A burning desire, a heart’s wild night.
It’s the thrill of the dance, the rush of the fight,
The pulse of the moment, the fire of delight.
On another, there’s tenderness, a gentle embrace,
A whisper of love that finds a quiet place.
It’s the softness of touch, the understanding gaze,
A comfort that soothes the soul’s aching days.
Patience, a side of love that’s seldom seen,
A virtue that bides, a silent stream.
It’s the art of waiting, the peace that’s so sweet,
In the storm of emotions, it’s the calm retreat.
Sacrifice, a side that’s selfless and pure,
It gives without asking, it’s not in the cure.
It’s the laying down of one’s own desires,
For the good of another, with no hidden fires.
Trust, the foundation, the bedrock so strong,
It weathers the tempests, it stands for the wrong.
It’s the belief in the heart of the one who’s apart,
The glue that holds love together, never to depart.
And lastly, there’s commitment, a promise to stay,
Through the years and the changes, come what may.
It’s the choice to love, not just once or twice,
But forever and always, with joy and with strife.
These sides of love, they intertwine, they dance, they collide,
Creating a tapestry rich in texture and pride.
It’s not just one feeling, it’s not just a glance,
It’s the multitude of emotions that make love withstand.
So let us embrace all the sides, in their turn,
For love is not singular, it’s a many-splendored burn.
It’s the sum of its parts, in a beautiful show,
A symphony of emotions that grows and grows.
And in the embrace of this love so complete,
We find our own happiness, our soul’s retreat.
For love’s sides are endless, they twist and they bend,
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Behind the door she cautiously skulks,
A soft and gentle knock,
Unsure of where this danger lurks,
The terror is not stopped.
From the shadows she nervously peers,
Always cautious, always scared,
In the dark she’s mostly safe here,
From alarming pain and danger spared.
When the darkness starts to close in
She flees in terror in the night,
Unsure of where she’ll wind up then
But thankful for her flight.
Hidden from sight amongst the trees,
She finds a rare moment of stillness,
Silence, peace and safety receives,
Safely protected from any illis.
We are a company of words,
With no beginning and no end.
We are formed by the thoughts of men,
And we live on their breath.
We are the songs we sing,
The stories we tell,
The books we read, and the poems we write.
We are the dreams we dream,
And the hopes we hold dear.
We are the language of love,
And the language of hate.
We are the language of war,
And the language of peace.
We are the language of life,
And the language of death.
We are the language of the human heart,
And the language of the universe.
We are a company of words,
And we are all we have.
So let us use our words wisely,
And make them a force for good.
Close the door, my dear,
and keep it shut, I fear,
for the winds of war are blowing,
and the world is not yet knowing.
The bombs are falling fast,
and the skies are overcast,
with smoke and dust and debris,
and the cries of those who flee.
The children are afraid,
and the parents are dismayed,
as they huddle in their homes,
and pray they’re not alone.
But hope is not yet lost,
for there are those who count the cost,
and fight for peace and freedom,
in a world that’s lost its reason.
So close the door, my dear,
and keep it shut, I fear,
for the winds of war are blowing,
but we’ll keep the light still glowing.
Into the depths of my soul,
Calming the chaos,
Making me whole.
A sacred embrace,
Nourishing my spirit,
And filling my space.
A gentle release,
Letting go of burdens,
And finding peace.
Into the stillness within,
Where thoughts and emotions,
Can softly begin.
In the dance of breath,
I find my true home,
Where my heart beats freely,
And I’m never alone.
Into the mystery of life,
Connecting me to all that is,
And beyond all strife.
So I surrender to the rhythm,
Of this sacred flow,
And let my breaths sink,
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Over and above the petty things
That divide us, there is something more.
A bond that unites us, all the same,
A common thread that runs through all our names.
It is the thread of humanity,
The thing that makes us who we are.
It is the thing that binds us together,
No matter what our race or creed or star.
So let us put aside our differences,
And come together as one.
Let us celebrate our shared humanity,
And build a better world for all.
Forget the dogma and the doctrine,
The rituals and the dogma.
Let us focus on what unites us,
Not what divides us.
Let us build a world where everyone is welcome,
Where everyone is loved and respected.
A world where we can all live in peace,
This is the world that I dream of,
A world where humanity is over and above.
A world where we can all come together,
And make a difference.
Love is like a rose,
With its sweet and delicate petals.
It can be fragile and easily bruised,
But it can also be strong and resilient.
Joy is like a sunflower,
Always turning towards the sun.
It is a positive and uplifting emotion,
That can brighten even the darkest day.
Sadness is like a violet,
Hidden in the shadows.
It is a quiet and gentle emotion,
That can be difficult to express.
Anger is like a dandelion,
With its sharp and prickly seeds.
It can be a destructive emotion,
If it is not controlled.
Fear is like a daisy,
With its white petals and yellow center.
It is a natural emotion,
That can help us to stay safe.
Hope is like a lotus flower,
Growing in the mud.
It is a powerful emotion,
That can help us to overcome adversity.
Peace is like a garden,
Full of different flowers.
It is a state of harmony,
Where all emotions are welcome.
Feelings and emotions are like flowers.
They are all beautiful and unique,
And they all have their own special meaning.
So let’s celebrate our feelings and emotions,
And let them bloom in all their beauty.
Life is like a cease-fire,
An uneasy truce between
The warring factions of our soul.
We try to forget the past,
To bury the pain and the hate,
But it’s always there, lurking in the shadows.
We try to move on, to build a new life,
But the old wounds are never really healed.
We live in fear of the next battle,
Of the next time the guns will start to fire.
But for now, we have a cease-fire.
We can try to be happy, to live in peace.
But we know that it’s only temporary,
That the war could start again at any moment.
So we live each day to the fullest,
We make the most of every moment,
Because we never know when it will all end.
Sleep, my child, and dream of dreams,
Of faraway lands and seas.
Of unicorns and rainbows,
Of castles in the trees.
Sleep, my child, and know no fear,
For I am here beside you.
I will protect you from harm,
And keep you safe and sound.
Sleep, my child, and dream of love,
Of all the good things in life.
Of laughter and joy and peace,
Of a world without strife.
Sleep, my child, and rest your head,
For tomorrow is a new day.
And I will be here to greet you,
With a smile and a hug and a song.
Freedom is the wind in my hair,
The sun on my face,
The sound of the waves crashing on the shore.
Freedom is the right to choose my own path,
To live my life the way I want to,
To be who I am, without fear of judgment.
Freedom is the ability to speak my mind,
To express myself without censorship,
To be heard and understood.
Freedom is the power to make my own decisions,
To take risks and fail,
To learn and grow.
Freedom is the most precious gift of all,
And I will never take it for granted.
I will fight for freedom,
For myself and for others,
Until it is a reality for everyone.
I will not rest until all people are free,
To live their lives in peace and harmony.
Freedom is not free,
It is a right that must be fought for,
But it is a fight that is worth fighting.
So let us all stand together,
And fight for freedom,
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Let your emotions soar
Like the birds in the sky,
Free and untethered,
Unafraid to fly.
Don’t hold them back,
Don’t try to contain them,
Let them flow through you
Like a river of rain.
Let them fill you up
With joy and love and peace,
Let them carry you away
To places unknown.
Let your emotions soar
And touch the stars,
Let them set your soul on fire
And make your heart sing.
Don’t be afraid to feel
The full range of human emotion,
It’s what makes us human
And what makes life worth living.
So let your emotions soar
And let them take you on a journey
To a place of beauty and wonder
That you never knew existed.
I’d rather be here,
With the sun on my face,
And the wind in my hair.
I’d rather be here,
With the sound of the waves,
And the smell of the sea.
I’d rather be here,
With the warmth of your hand,
And the love in your eyes.
I’d rather be here,
Than anywhere else in the world.
I know that there are other places,
With other things to see and do.
But I don’t care about those places,
Because I’m happy here,
So if you ever ask me,
Where I’d rather be,
“I’d rather be here,
Bloodstains mark the soil of Manipur,
Violence reigns in its wake,
Tears fall from mothers’ eyes,
As loved ones perish in hate.
Guns echo through the hills,
Silencing peaceful thrills,
Broken dreams and shattered hopes,
Haunt the hearts of Manipur’s folks.
Anger simmers in veins,
Despair grips every train,
Youth stand against oppression,
Demanding justice’s reflection.
Peace must return to these lands,
End the cycle of strife,
Healing begins with understanding,
Love conquers hate’s vice-like grip.
May the wounded find solace,
May the lost be rediscovered grace,
May Manipur rise again,
Stronger than before.
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I share my poison, serpentine and venomous
Heart’s rhythm changes, radioactive iridium
Scorpion rides to war, battling fate’s fury
Power trapped beneath skin, acidic evidence
Disguise disappears, clouds clear, no heaven in sight
Martyred, longing for love, yearning to beat the drum
Fantasizing of a home, fate’s tricks, misery’s sound
Together or alone, suffering is all that’s found
Midnight calls, gravity shakes, crumbling, maybe
One more bowl to numb, letting go seems so crazy
Pain sworn to fight, contortion in chest, finding a way
Crippled heart seeks peace, life’s light at end of the day
Sometimes the words are hard to find
To express the thoughts inside my mind
I try to bridge the gaps between
But sometimes the words are out of reach, unseen
Silence fills the space between us two
Leaving me with too much time to muse
Wondering what you might be thinking too
Lost in contemplation, without a clue
I stroke your hair, and my thoughts subside
Finding peace in the warmth of your side
As our bodies align, I feel the beat
Of the love in my heart, so pure and sweet
Lying beside you, I finally speak
Telling you of the love I seek
“I love you,” I say, my heart unbroken
Finally finding the words unspoken.
Wandering cloud drifts in the sky,
Alone and free, with no one to rely,
Solitude is its only friend,
As it travels from end to end.
No worries, no fears, it wanders on,
In search of peace, until the dawn,
The world below, it watches with care,
And wonders if anyone is there.
But the cloud knows its true fate,
To wander alone, in a peaceful state,
Until the day it disappears from sight,
And becomes one with the starry night.
The sun is shining,
The birds are singing,
The flowers are blooming,
And the air is filled with the scent of spring.
The world is at peace,
And there is no need to hurry,
No need to worry,
No need to be anything but happy.
This is a perfect day,
A day to be cherished,
A day to remember,
A day to live in the moment.
In the still of night,
When the world’s out of sight,
And the moon shines bright,
At 2:33 am, all is right.
The clock ticks on,
As the night wears on,
And the world is gone,
At 2:33 am, I’m not alone.
The silence surrounds,
As the night abounds,
And the stillness astounds,
At 2:33 am, peace is found.
The world is asleep,
And the night is deep,
As I watch and keep,
At 2:33 am, my soul can weep.
In this moment in time,
Where the stars align,
And the world is divine,
At 2:33 am, life is just fine.
Silent Sunday morning, tranquil and still
A day of rest, with peace to fill
No crowds, no noise, just solitude
A moment of calm, to reset the mood
Reflect and relax, let the worries fade
Sunday solitude, a blissful escapade
Ignore vengeance and choose grace,
A path that leads to a peaceful place.
Let go of anger, let go of hate,
And open your heart to love’s embrace.
Forgiveness is the key to healing,
A balm that soothes the pain we’re feeling.
It takes courage to let go of the past,
But it’s worth it when peace comes at last.
Choose grace over vengeance every time,
And you’ll find your heart will start to shine.
With every act of kindness that you do,
You’ll bring more light into the world anew.
Time stands still inside me, a moment of peace and reflection,
A stillness that brings memories, and a sense of eternal connection.
The world may keep spinning, but I am at rest,
Watching the moments go by, feeling forever blessed.
The stillness may be fleeting, but it’s a gift I hold dear,
A chance to pause and reflect, and let go of any fear.
I’ll cherish these moments, for they are truly rare,
A chance to connect with my soul, and find peace in the air.
Time stands still inside me, and I’m grateful for the chance,
To find eternity in a moment, and let my spirit dance.
Live in the looping moment of balance,
Where peace and harmony coexist in silence.
A state of being, where all is in flow,
And the heart and mind, are in perfect glow.
The art of balance, is a delicate dance,
Where each step taken, is a chance to enhance.
The beauty of life, in its infinite form,
And the wonder of nature, in its perfect norm.
So let us embrace, the art of balance and grace,
And live each day, with a smile on our face.
For the world is full of wonder, waiting to be found,
In the simple joys of life, that truly astound.
Some to a raging wave, they fall, A force of nature, strong and tall, The sea, it roars, it crashes down, A symphony of sound, a mighty crown.
The waves, they rise, they ebb and flow, A dance of power, a stunning show, The sea, it calls, it beckons all, To witness its might, to heed its call.
The ocean’s depths, a mystery untold, A world of wonder, a story to unfold, For in the sea, we find our soul, A place of peace, a place to be whole.
When we’re dead, we’ll be at rest,
Our bodies in the earth, our souls abreast,
No more worries, no more pain,
Only peace and quiet will remain.
Our memories will linger on,
In the hearts of those we’ve known,
But as time goes by, they too will fade,
Like a distant dream that’s been mislaid.
Yet, in the grand scheme of things,
Our lives were just fleeting blings,
A mere speck in eternity’s vast expanse,
A reminder of life’s transient dance.
She shines too brightly to be ignored,
A star so radiant, we are allured.
Her light illuminates the darkest night,
A beacon of hope, a guiding light.
Her brilliance is a sight to behold,
A story of courage that needs to be told.
She overcame obstacles with grace,
And now she shines in her rightful place.
Her glow fills us with warmth and peace,
As her radiance continues to increase.
The world is brighter because of her,
A shining star that will always endure.
Silent old monk, in robes of brown
In his hands, a wooden crown
He sits and meditates all day
As the world around him fades away
His mind is calm, his heart is pure
His soul is free, of that he’s sure
He speaks no words, but his eyes speak true
Of peace and love, for me and you
Content with life, he needs no more
For he has found, what we all adore
Prayers for protection we send above,
To shield us from harm and with love,
We ask for guidance and strength,
To face the challenges at any length.
May the angels watch over us,
And keep us safe from any fuss,
May our hearts be filled with peace,
And our worries and fears cease.
For in prayer, we find solace and hope,
And the strength to help us cope,
With life’s uncertainties and strife,
And to navigate through it with life.
I’m lonely but ok,
In my solitude, I find my way,
Peace and quiet, my constant friend,
A sanctuary that helps me mend.
No need for noise or constant chatter,
In my own company, nothing else matters,
I can think, create, and dream,
Without any interruption or scheme.
Sometimes the world can be too much,
And all we need is a gentle touch,
Of solitude and serenity,
To find our inner identity.
Nothing too special, just the simple joys,
A warm embrace, a child’s playful noise,
A cup of tea, a good book to read,
A walk in nature, a moment to breathe,
The simple joys, they bring such peace,
In life’s chaos, they offer sweet release.