In the quiet hours of dawn,
When the world is a soft whisper,
I find solace in the hue of the sky,
A canvas painted with the first light,
Gentle, soothing, infinite.
It's the color of the ocean's depths,
Where secrets and dreams intertwine,
A dance of waves under the sun's gaze,
A melody of tranquility,
Endless, embracing, eternal.
In the eyes of a newborn,
There's a glimpse of this shade,
A reflection of innocence and wonder,
A spark of the beginning,
Pure, hopeful, serene.
It's in the twilight,
When the day meets the night,
A moment of calm,
A bridge between two worlds,
Quiet, reflective, peaceful.
This color, it whispers of freedom,
Of a boundless sky and an open sea,
A journey without end,
A path of possibilities,
Tranquil, vast, liberating.
It's the color of my solace,
Of my dreams, of my quiet moments,
A shade that feels like a deep breath,
A color that holds the essence of peace,
Calm, cool, collected.
Winter’s Shy Light
Winter, you know, it’s got this kind of light.
It's not loud like summer, nor rich like fall, it's... different.
It's this shy light, peeking, barely there.
Like a dream you're trying to remember, but it slips away.
It's silver, kind of, like an old photo,
painting everything quiet and still.
And inside, right, there's this other light.
The kind that pools around an old lamp, all golden.
It's cozy, makes shadows dance slow on the walls,
like they got nowhere to be.
In that glow, everything feels like a memory,
whispering stories, warming your hands.
There's something about it being so rare,
makes you appreciate it more, you know?
You pay attention, 'cause it's not shouting, it's whispering.
Makes you look closer, listen harder.
In the heart of winter, light’s like a rare visitor,
leaves footprints in your mind.
It's this quiet, steady thing,
reminding you that even when it's cold,
there’s this little glow, just enough
to light your way.
Resilience Carved in Stone
What's to love about a mountain, you ask?
It's in the way it stands,
unwavering, ancient, a testament
to time itself.
It's in the way the dawn
kisses its peak,
bathing it in gold,
while shadows play along its vast expanse.
In its silent strength,
it whispers stories
of the ages,
of storms weathered and skies embraced.
Its slopes, a haven
for dreams and daring,
where eagles soar
and rivers begin their journey.
In its presence, we find
our own insignificance,
and yet, a connection
so profound it roots us to the earth.
To love a mountain
is to admire resilience,
to seek solace in its unchanging gaze,
finding peace in its immovable grace.
For in each ridge,
each crevice and peak,
lies a story of the earth,
an unspoken promise of endurance and time.
The Journey(part 1)
We were thrust together by the catalysts that had broken our hearts.
Our souls inked in sable from our brokenness.
Love came with a grip so tight that it blinded us from the truth,
that their love was no longer the soft petal of a tulip
nor the sunrise that greeted us every morning.
Instead, we were falling down a dark cliff as our bodies collided against every rock,
causing bruises and open wounds on the way down to reality.
The tower moment.
We were beaten up by people who temporarily cared for us.
We didn't see ourselves staring back as we stood up from the cold concrete and looked at
our reflection in the mirror
Instead, we saw each other for the first time,
a reflection our eyes did not recognize, but our souls knew all along.
A soft flame danced in the backdrop of our reflections
and a song that vibrated the thin mirror between us.
I looked at you as you looked at me,
light against dark,
Ying and Yang.
We had to crawl our way through the shadows of our souls and
become the flame that pulsated with each breath.
The darkest night had cascaded over us for a long time,
until we found the fire beneath the darkness and wielded it
with grace and courage.
Who knew that light could be created from pain and brokenness?
Canvas of Existence
they broke the mold when you arrived,
a breath in the universe, yet
unlike the stars or the void,
unlike anything that ever was.
you, a silhouette dancing on the canvas of existence,
a burst of wildflowers in a barren field,
a melody sung only once in the chorus of time.
you are not the echo or the
shadow or the sameness,
that the world so often regurgitates.
you are unprecedented,
and in your wake,
the mold lies shattered,
a testament to your unique song,
an ode to the rhythm of your existence,
a tribute to you, who is like no other.
From Dawn to Dusk
First breath, dawn's embrace,
Amidst city hum and glow,
A new story starts
Youth, a fervent blaze,
Chasing dreams down city streets,
Stars in fleeting days.
Love, deep and profound,
Whispers shared in candlelight,
Time's embrace grows tight.
Years blur, memories fade,
Yet the heart remembers beats,
Echoes of past flames.
As dusk looms nearer,
In the dance of love and loss,
Soul seeks the cosmos.
in a world painted in shades of gray
In a world painted in shades of gray, a love story unfolded, both heartbreaking and enchanting. Isabella and Alexandra, their names etched in the pages of fate, shared a love that burned bright despite its inevitable tragedy.
A delicate wisp of moonlight, Isabella carried dreams like gossamer threads in the breeze. Alexandra, a poet who found solace in ink and paper, bore the weight of her pain in profound verses. They collided in a bustling city, where dreams often drowned beneath the weight of reality.
Born from yearning, their love became a refuge for two souls navigating life's tumult. Isabella's laughter splashed color onto Alexandra's somber canvas while her words breathed life into Isabella's unspoken thoughts. Together, they teetered on the edge of joy, caught in the delicate beauty they'd found.
But life's cruelty loomed. Alexandra's strength waned as illness took hold, making her a mere echo of her former self. The anguish etched in her eyes mirrored the agony within. Unwavering in her devotion, Isabella stood by her, a sentinel against the storm.
Days melted into a tapestry of suffering. Isabella watched as the light in Alexandra's eyes dimmed, replaced by a hollow gaze that tore at her. Each smile she coaxed was a victory against an implacable enemy. Their world blurred as they navigated a labyrinth of medical jargon and futile treatments.
As Alexandra's condition deteriorated, Isabella's heart fractured. She clung to memories, the echoes of their laughter now fading whispers in empty spaces. Their love story's walls tightened, a symphony of heartache on endless repeat.
The inevitable darkness loomed. Alexandra's final moments painted a symphony of pain, a crescendo of farewells that shattered Isabella's heart. She wept for their love, the dreams extinguished, and the life they'd lost.
The world moved on, but Isabella's heart remained suspended in agonizing loss. Every sunrise felt like a betrayal, every laughter a reminder of the void that consumed her. She wandered through life, a phantom of her former self, carrying the weight of a love story that had both defined and destroyed her.
Isabella's tale wove love and devastation into an intricate tapestry. A testament to the human experience, where love's brilliance ignited even the darkest corners, leaving unhealed scars. A story that echoed like a haunting melody, entwining pain and beauty in a symphony of enduring sorrow.
Loneliness, a mysterious companion, walks beside me, its shadow stretching across my emotions. It's a paradox, suffocating yet oddly comforting. It whispers like a haunting melody, weaving tales of isolation, leaving an ache within.
In its presence, the world feels distant, veiled by mist, and the weight of emptiness is overwhelming. Loneliness is an echo that reverberates through the heart, a yearning for connection.
But amid the darkness, it teaches. It compels introspection, forcing me to confront myself. It is a crucible of self-discovery, where solitude fosters growth, unlocking hidden strengths.
Physically alone, emotionally entangled, loneliness is transformative. It's a dance with solitude, a struggle for equilibrium. In these moments, I learn self-compassion, a balm for wounds.
Loneliness weaves its narrative uniquely. It is both burden and gift, an invitation to embrace the human experience in all its shades. Within this vast emotion lies the promise of connection, like stars shining in the darkest night.