Follow your heart
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Forever true to dreams I claim,
A queen of life, in dance’s name.
IN THE SEA OF TEARS
“I ran along the shore today, the wind tearing at my hair, the salt stinging my skin. It felt like the ocean was trying to cleanse my grief. For the first time in months, I felt a glimmer of peace. Grief is a tempest, but even in its depths, I found the strength to stay afloat. The stars above reminded me of the light we carry within.”
The sea of tears, an endless expanse,
Draws me into its mournful dance.
Beneath the waves, where silence cries,
I see no ground, no saving skies.
In this abyss, where deserts fail,
The sun’s fierce fire leaves no trail.
Alone I drift, a shadow untamed,
No longer the one by my name reclaimed.
The winds rise up – my heart burns wild,
No longer the meek, no longer the child.
Hands once soft now wield the flame,
Cleansing the scars of grief’s cruel name.
Through waves of sorrow, I reach the stars,
Breaking the chains of ancient bars.
The granite held tears, now turned to stone,
Yet my soul sings – no longer alone.
THE COLD WIND
“When the world sleeps, the poet awakens. It is in the stillness of the night that verses come alive, though they leave the heart heavier than before. There are winds that strip us bare, leaving nothing but truth in their wake. These are the winds that teach us how to stand.”
The cold wind speaks, its voice alone,
A mournful song in a hollow tone.
Its fingers reach through cloaks and veils,
Revealing truths where silence wails.
The bars of the heart, their iron rusts,
As winter devours hope encrusts.
But beneath the frost, the earth holds tight,
A seed of courage in the night.
A flower rises amidst decay,
Born from the silence of yesterday.
Its petals sing where sorrow stings,
A note resounds from hollow strings.
Though the wind howls, it cannot break
The roots that grow for life’s own sake.
It strips us bare, yet we remain,
Alive in truth, despite the pain.
THE MIRRORED WORLD
“In the mirror, I saw not just a reflection, but an infinite landscape – both beautiful and cruel. A world too vast to escape, yet too fragile to embrace.”
A mirrored world – boundless, deceptive,
We live within its depths, reflective.
And yet, a fleeting truth appears,
When joy’s rare smile dissolves our fears.
Destiny grants us dreams to claim,
Yet dreams are shadows—lost in flame.
They come, they go, like restless tides,
And in their wake, our soul abides.
Life is brief, or so it seems,
Yet endless when it cradles dreams.
Each fleeting year, a tender page,
Where youth and wonder meet with age.
Ships roar against the harbour walls,
Lions bow where twilight calls.
Beneath forgotten wealth decays,
Yet beauty lingers in its haze.
A youthful heart grows old, resigned,
The eyes grow dim, the soul confined.
Yet still, we find the strength to rise,
And greet the garden, clear of lies.
YOUR ERROR SCARRED THE SOUL
“Today, I sat on the sand, the ocean stretching infinitely before me. The waves spoke a language I longed to understand. I dipped my pen into their rhythm and wrote about diplomacy—how it mirrors the tides. It is both gentle and forceful, patient yet unyielding. A seagull hovered nearby, a silent witness to my thoughts. “The world,” I wrote, “is as fragile as this shoreline, shifting with every wave, yet enduring through centuries.””