Three of Us

We are three souls,

Tied by one childhood roof,

Three different storms,

Born under the same sky.

One is silence, holding unspoken fears,

One is fire, loud laughter and stubborn dreams,

And one is in between, learning how to balance both worlds,

Different personalities yet same roots.

In our chaos there is comfort,

In our teasing there is love,

In our distance, there remains an invisible thread that never breaks,

We are each other’s warmth.

Three paths leading to one road,

Three hearts, one home,

Bound not just by blood but by love,

That never learns goodbye.

The Silent Return to His Hands

A heart wandered alone in darkness,

A soul that feared unspoken fears,

Was doomed and got lost in the world,

Until the day God held his hands.

A heart guided by gentle and unseen hands,

Pulled gracefully from the edge of cliff,

Still showed His mercy upon me and,

Lightened a heart drowned in sorrow and emptiness.

Thousands of sins He forgave and,

In His forgiveness, I saw my reflection,

Standing between bridge of shame and hope,

With a past so heavy and a future unclear and suspicious.

I returned to Him in silence, He accepted me,

I Offered prayers of forgiveness to heaven,

And somehow heart again felt delighted and lively,

For His hand of mercy and grace never let me fall

A Kachnar Tree

Beneath the morning sky it stands still,

Like a dancer in a green silk gown,

The trunk standing for years feels rough, dry and warm,

A grandmother’s palm wrinkled yet warm,

When breeze passes through its branches, tickling birds

The leaves murmur like a call of spring,

The sound of rustling leaves, birds and air

Feels like soft, calm and broken music carried to ear.

The buds hold the flavor of earth, rain and spring,

a mixture of sweet and bitter,

it’s fragrance, a perfume stitched from dawn,

calling both memory and peace to the heart.