Every drop of water,
Every breath of air,
Every blade of grass—
Whispers the same truth:
We are but custodians of this planet,
Entrusted with its care
For generations yet to come.
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What's life in the world of care
If world doesn't know what you are,
One conjested room gathered
May give all and be any sword
To live life unfearful to others,
But to remain, shown thousand doors,
And in limit none remember
Or you afterall ne'er appear
To see again what's good or bad,
All whom you left, or had all love
......
The rain conjured a sweet pattern on my skin,
The thousands of liquid spheres reflecting the nature,
Each one sings of treasured memories,
Each one kisses my skin and reminds.
It breathes life into this soulless emptiness,
And traces sweet paths on my skin,
As the clouds gather, I feel my soul stir,
Air anticipates the quenching storm awaiting.
......
Given to me like the rays of sunshine in his hands
Like golden water dripping through his fingers
Leaving crimson trails across his bone-white skin
I can't hold onto sunshine because it falls through my grip
Like I'm not meant to have it.
It's yours, he says, but it doesn't matter if it's mine.
It's yours, he repeats, and I want to tell him I can feel the weight of his words even as his voice grows softer.
When I look at my hands and I can't tell whose they are
(Crimson and gold scattered across them)
I'll hold onto sunshine if it means that I can keep what is yours.
......
Today, I braced myself to get through,
Waiting for two new cats to soothe—
Two lives to fill the empty space,
And calm the ache I can't erase.
As melodies played soft and clear,
I scrolled through my phone, drawing near.
In a glance, the world flew fast,
Like wind that blows and cannot last.
......
it's not in the way the words come out—
too tangled, too small, never enough.
but in the quiet ways i hand you my heart,
like a song at midnight,
its lyrics too loud for me to say myself.
it’s in the reels i send,
stupid jokes, clever lines,
all curated from hours of scrolling,
just to see if they’ll make you laugh
......
Every drop of water,
Every breath of air,
Every blade of grass—
Whispers the same truth:
We are but custodians of this planet,
Entrusted with its care
For generations yet to come.
My mind had often wondered of a world beyond our hold,
where every soul reveals its secrets and all the truth untold.
With age our youth will fade,
and with hope our lives ignite.
In a withered cage the soul remains,
till the day that brings delight.
Promises made are hard to keep,
but in honour I find my pride.
......
What's life in the world of care
If world doesn't know what you are,
One conjested room gathered
May give all and be any sword
To live life unfearful to others,
But to remain, shown thousand doors,
And in limit none remember
Or you afterall ne'er appear
To see again what's good or bad,
All whom you left, or had all love
......