Sanely_sam

  In emerald depths, where shadows loom A silvery enchantress, dispelling gloom, She emerges, soft and pale, From the trees, a cosmic veil. With whispers of the ancient night, She bathes the forest in her light, A symphony of silvered hues, Where darkness blends with moonlit blues. Oh, silvery enchantress, pure and bright, You paint the forest in your light, A canvas of celestial art, Where dreams and moonlight intertwine, from heart to heart. In hushed embrace, the forest sighs, As lunar beams caress the skies, A tapestry of light and shade, Where nature's secrets gently cascade

this realm of contrasts,   To escape the confines of this place, Where joy and misery dance,   A symphony of light and shade,  I find my spirit in a trance. Bound by the echoes of time,  I yearn to break free, And set my soul truly wild and free.   Yet, within this paradox,  a solace I find,  A hidden grace, a rebirth of the mind.  This is my comeback place,  Where I reclaim my power,  Where I shed my old skin and rise anew,           Forevermore.                        

In her mother's arms, she was born, A precious gift, love's sweet dawn. With gentle touch and tender gaze, Her mother nurtured her days. From tiny steps to babbling words, Her mother's love, her guiding bird. Through laughter, tears, and growing pains, Her mother's love forever sustained. The years sped by, like fleeting sand, The child transformed, a woman's hand. Her mother's love, a beacon bright, Guiding her through day and night. Now grown and wise, she takes her flight, Yet her mother's love shines ever bright. In every step, in every dream, Her mother's love forever gleams. Oh, sacred bond, so pure and true, A mother's love, forever new. In her mother's care, she grew and thrived, A testament to love's sweet guide.

In the realm of time, where moments dance, Lies a wait that's eternal, never to advance. A longing deep, a yearning true, For something that's out of reach, forever due. In the stillness of this eternal embrace, Our hearts whisper stories, with lingering grace. Of loves unrequited, of dreams yet untold, Of hopes that flicker, like embers of gold. So we wait, with unwavering faith, For the day when our dreams will take flight. When the eternal wait will finally cease, And our hearts will find their everlasting solace. 

  A symphony of four,  Passion, mission, vocation, and more. A tapestry woven with meaning, Ikigai, my sacred gleaning. In the realm of the abstract, it finds its form, A dance of colors, vibrant and warm. Ikigai, my elusive muse, I chase your essence, I refuse To settle for less, for the mundane, For a life that's lived in vain. In the abstract realm, I find my bliss, Ikigai, my soul's true kiss.  

Solitude A veil upon my sight, A hush within my sound, A chill upon my touch. Isolation surrounds. In a world of echoes, My voice is lost and unheard. A stranger to myself, My own reflection blurred. But I still seek the light, That guides me through the night, To find my way to dawn. For solitude is a guide, To depths I yet reside, Where my true self is born.

 A beautiful and delicate scenario of worldly plays with a little girl's play.  A poem I had written 3 years ago..... Also "delicacy" here means: fragility ☺️ DELUSIVE DELICACY    A young girl had thought of romping amid the arid draught sands She had with her small little hands. built a fortified castle each and every grain of the walls so deftly but meticulously carved Under this magnanimous beauty lay her little hands She withdrew her hands off the block, overjoyed. Alas! crumbled down the castle walls with her sagging face and ascribed errors This bundle of joy had turned into despair. Then she heard a distant voice say, "O little girl, it is sand after all... Didn't your lovely hands create this delicate marvel? Whilst one careless stroke had your woes unraveled" This little girl's plight symbolizes nearly everything that is named failure or loss in many people's lives..... For one careless answer, one careless squint, one careless word could re...