Beneath the dust of chandeliers,
The room still aches with long-lost fears.
Velvet drapes in tatters cling,
Like ghosts that mourn but cannot sing.
She stands, a figure carved from strength,
Her voice stretched out to its full length.
“Listen,” she cries, “to the echo within,
For silence itself holds where dreams begin.”
A lace gown, crumpled on the floor,
Speaks of nights when love implored,
Yet now, its threads are bare and thin,
A testament to what had been.
Time’s relentless, unyielding tide,
Has robbed this room of all its pride.
The mirror cracks, its gilded frame,
Reflecting only time’s cruel claim.
Yet she, unbowed, unbroken, tall,
Faces the shadows that haunt this hall.
“Do you hear me?” she whispers loud,
“I am not buried beneath the shroud.
These walls may crumble, stone may crack,
But I am here, and I am back.
To speak of love, to speak of fire,
To breathe again, to rise, inspire.”
Her tears do not fall weak or frail,
They run like rivers through the veil.
Of time, of loss, of longing’s weight,
They forge a path, defying fate.
The villa weeps with her refrain,
Its vintage tears no longer vain.
Her voice unites the past with now,
To memories forgotten, she makes her vow.
“Hold my strength in these walls divine,
Let them remember what once was mine.
Not just a shadow, not just a trace,
But the life I lived, the dreams I chased.”
And as her words fill every space,
Venice itself seems to embrace,
The woman who dared to defy the years,
Turning silence to song, and pain to tears.
Vintage tears still run, but now,
They sing of love’s eternal vow.
A room reborn in echoes’ grace,
A timeless woman’s rightful place.
SUCH A FOOLISH CHILD
“We live within labyrinths of our own creation, blindfolded by the fears we nurture. This poem was born from a silent plea to shatter those walls and let the light pour in.”
They said life is but a fleeting moment,
A shadow that dances and fades with dawn.
Yet you, child, cling to the darkness,
Chained by fears you call your own.
You carry burdens unseen, unspoken,
Your satchel heavy with the weight of years.
Pain walks beside you, silent and ceaseless,
Fear whispers softly, fueling your tears.
Foolish child, so cruel, so lost,
Wandering through mazes of your mind.
Your soul, a prisoner of shallow mirrors,
Where love’s reflection you cannot find.
Blind though you see, you twist the truth,
Your thoughts, a web of veils and lies.
Peace is within your grasp, yet you shun it,
Pointing outward with reproachful eyes.
Drunk on dreams of freedom’s fire,
Yet you build your prison stone by stone.
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.
