International Poet

  Stray bird   Mine is only a hollow coffin; the soul stirs up and flutters with wings of probabilities and future tenses, takes shelter under the roofs of nuanced crowds that cram my memory stick. Indifference to the staccato drops from the flawed eaves, the loyal bird, shivering in the cold thrashing against their personal walls, clings to houses devoted to as home somewhere far forlorn lifeless     Classic Manifestations   The world a book, I flip through faces. I read Napoleons from Animal Farm. Every now and then, I read him, re-read him on faces seated in spotlight in my survival arena.   Much later, I knew I read King Lear when I recall bitter-sweet memories with my Father.   When I read Gatsbys, I admired their lives. But in the end, I find myself sighing over their colossal wealth earned with sacrifices gone into waste for one cheap thing.   So much in today, I end up revisiting Gatsbys on the verge of bartering life for love ...

  Mother - The Reflection of Divine Love   A mother is not merely a relation, She is Heaven’s tender grace. A living stream of love and mercy, Wrapped in warmth and endless embrace. She walks through storms without complaining, Yet lays soft flowers upon our way. She hides her tears behind a smile, So her children may laugh each day. She breaks her bread to feed her family, Though hunger quietly fills her soul. She sacrifices dreams in silence, Just to make her children whole. Through sleepless nights beside our pillows, She whispers prayers no ears can hear. Carrying every wound in silence, Holding her children forever near. And when we wander far from goodness, Losing sight of the path once known, She bends her knees in faithful prayer, Calling for mercy before the throne. A mother’s wisdom shines like lanterns, Guiding hearts through darkest nights. Teaching truth, compassion, kindness, Leading souls toward what is right. Where a praying mother is present, Peace gently fill...