I walked beneath the silent stars,Through forests deep and wide,Not chasing gold, nor fame, nor wars,But something locked inside. No map could point the way I sought,No compass held the key,For what I chased could not be caught—It had to come through me. Through storms of doubt and winds of fear,Through thorns of ego’s cry,I … Continue reading Poem: In Search of the Higher Self

Calling Back the Soul Fragments Come home, lost flame, from where you fled,From whispered shame and words unsaid.From corners dark where silence grew—I call you back. I summon you. Return from moments torn by fear,From nights, you vanished to disappear.From places where the light withdrew—I call you back. I summon you. From every love that … Continue reading Poem: Calling Back the Soul Fragments

In the hush between each heartbeat's call,When twilight drapes the mind in thrall,A softer voice begins to stir—Not loud, but deep, like wind through fir. It speaks not in the words we know,But through the way the silence glows,Through aching dreams and open skies,And tears that fall from unseen eyes. It calls you back when … Continue reading Poem: Soul Whispers

It doesn't start with thunder.It starts with silence—the kind that clawsat the edges of your sanity,begging to be heard. A crack,then a break,then a shatterin the glass-caged calmyou wore like armor. The soul does not screamwith voice—it erupts.In sleepless nights and clenched fists,in prayers left unanswered,in dreams that bleed. It screams in the smileyou force … Continue reading Poem: Soul Screams

Deep beneath the tide of thought,Where light and shadow both are caught,There lies a pearl, not white nor pale—But dark as ink, and fierce, and frail. Not born of calm, but carved by storm,In pressure's grip it took its form.A mystery, clenched in pain’s control:The rare, the raw—the black pearl of the soul. It hides … Continue reading Poem: The Black Pearl of the Soul

The Healing Begins Not with thunder, not with flame,Not with someone calling your name.But softly, like the morning air—The healing comes, because you care. It does not rush, it does not shout,It does not chase the shadows out.It simply stands, when all else fades,A quiet light the dark can't shade. It starts when tears are … Continue reading Poem: The Healing Begins

I need to be close to you—like the tide to the moon,drawn by something ancient,a pull that knows no reason. Not just near in the waythat shadows follow feet,but near in the waythat silence wraps a heartbeat. I need to hear your breathin the hush between my thoughts,to touch the edge of your soullike dawn … Continue reading Poem: I Need to Be Close to You

I wandered far through shadowed days,Where hollow voices filled my gaze.Each step I took, the silence grew—A veil between the light and true. Once, morning spoke in sacred tones,And stars would hum through silver bones.But noise has drowned the pure refrain,And joy now walks with ghosts of pain. O Light, not born of sun or … Continue reading Poem: True Light

A soul wound runs where eyes can't see,Beyond the reach of remedy.No bandage binds what broke within,No time alone can truly mend. The body knows the art of scars,It heals beneath the sun and stars.But deeper cuts the silence leaves,Where sorrow folds and spirit grieves. You’ll search in books, in fleeting touch,In golden things that … Continue reading Poem: The Only Balm