Follow your heart

The illusions you weave consume your spirit,

And in the void, you are alone.

A single tear betrays your sorrow,

Deceived by hope, you dare not believe.

You doubt, you envy, you rage, you wander,

But all the while, the world still breathes.

All will pass, and you will fade—

Fading into a world of shadows,

Where passion, love, and dreams are buried,

Forgotten beneath the fear you sowed.

Child, awaken! Let the walls collapse.

Let your soul breathe where stars collide.

The universe awaits your courage,

To ignite the fire you hold inside.

Look! The world is calling you home,

Its colours bursting like radiant blooms.

Return, and let your spirit soar—

For life, dear child, is yours to consume.

A SECRET HIDDEN INSIDE ME

“There is a fire within that never dims – a whisper, a longing, an ancient voice that calls us to the horizon. This is my ode to the secrets we carry and the strength they ignite.”

A secret lies deep within me,

Its name veiled by the sands of time.

A passion burns, a riddle unfolds,

Its flame eternal, yet undefined.

Sanskrit whispers trace my veins,

Carved in ink both fierce and tender.

The calligraphy of a restless soul,

Seeking truths it cannot surrender.

Freedom’s chime echoes within,

Yet its chains sing songs of years to come.

The horizon tempts with its blazing lure,

A rebel’s dream, where fears succumb.

The madness of longing taunts my sleep,

A panther prowling in moonlit dreams.

It paces within the caverns of my heart,

And I feel its strength in my silent screams.

What keeps me tethered, what pulls me near?

A vice, a love, a life I revere.

It is the ache of wanting, the fire of faith,

The relentless pull of an unseen fate.

Perhaps it is madness—this hunger, this fire.

Or perhaps it is power, unyielding desire.

To grasp what lies beyond the veil,

To touch the stars and carve my trail.

Within me roars this ancient song,

Its melody fierce, its rhythm strong.

A vice, a virtue, a secret flame,

Forever hidden, yet never tame.

O secret, will you always hide?

Or will you burst forth, unbound, untied?

Within you lies my dream, my fight,

The eternal struggle for life and light.

WE HAVE EXHAUSTED OUR RESOURCES

“In our race for more, we forget the balance that sustains us. This poem is a reflection on the paradox of our existence – a cycle of creation and destruction, of hope and despair.”

We have plundered the earth,

Chasing shadows across the sands.

With empty hands, we climb the peaks,

Dreaming of summits we do not understand.

In temples, we bow to gods unseen,

Yet honour idols wrought by man.

Our prayers are whispered into the void,

While greed and fear shape our plans.

We slow the moon’s silent march,

At the brink of the abyss, we pause.

But only to grasp at fleeting treasures,

Never to question their cause.

Armoured by fear, we march through storms,

Seeking solace in a fleeting sun.

Our hearts, volcanoes of rebellion and sorrow,

Erupt with dreams that cannot be undone.

The rain falls, but does not cleanse,

The rivers flow, but do not heal.

We are both creators and destroyers,

Bound by a wheel we cannot still.

O humanity, what will remain?

When the forests wither and the oceans drain?

When the earth, exhausted, falls silent at last,

And our dreams are relics of a forgotten past?

THE DISTANT ROAD

“The road ahead is a metaphor for all we seek and fear. It stretches endlessly, both a promise and a challenge – a reflection of our inner journey.”