In the realm of endless chocolate delights,
Amidst the heights of boundless possibilities,
For your heart that yearns for one’s embrace,
Keep smiling, dear friend, with unwavering grace.
In the shadows where fear and loneliness reside,
In dreams where dreamers constantly abide,
Under the watchful eyes of judgment’s sway,
Keep smiling, dear friend, through each passing day.
Though time may weave its intricate tapestry,
And challenges emerge, complex and free,
In the dance of memory, where forgetting may blend,
Keep smiling, dear friend, for joy has no end.
Tag: Healing
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Keep Smiling, Dear Friend
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I Wish I Could
I wish I could ease the weight you are carrying, and see your smile return again.
I wish I could sit beside you for a while, and bring you a little quiet comfort when the world feels heavy.
I wish I could hold your trembling hands, and let them rest until they become calm again.You are not weak — not even a little. Sometimes life simply becomes too heavy for a moment, and anyone would feel lost.
Today, when you were sitting in the car, feeling sad, and I ran out of words — this is what I truly wanted to say. Sometimes the heart knows what it wants to express, but the words arrive later.
Sometimes, I simply wish I could take a small part of your pain, and carry it for you — so the road ahead feels a little lighter.
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Try Again, Fly Again
Instead of crying, keep trying.
No one learns it all at once.
Each day you grow a little more —
that’s how the journey runs.Words may seem strange at first,
numbers may spin and race.
But stay with them, keep steady —
they’ll soon become friends you can face.Falling is part of walking,
it doesn’t mean you’re done.
Stand up, take the next small step —
that’s how strength is won.So when the path feels heavy,
and the climb is high and long,
remember —
instead of crying, keep trying. -
Day of Night
How do I handle this fear,
that trims away a part with every tear?
How do I cross my mind,
when I am swimming in a sea of time?How do I come to know myself,
when I know I am lost within?
How do I show my past —
just the pieces of a broken heart?What should I write about life,
when all I know is that it moves on?
What should I try to forget,
when I have seen myself become a past?Should I believe what I have seen,
or shall I try to live my own?
Should I mourn every day,
or bewilder my thoughts one night?
Should I note everything down,
or shall I forgive, and forget?
Or… should I just be doing it? -
Gazing Life
I recall my life, and reckon it through its flakes;
I have come so far, in an exile of time and its frame.
Not the plain I have come through,
not a bed of roses I have laid upon;
not the shelter and comfort of the beheld and safe,
not fearless of loss, or of weakening dreams,
not loved and cared for, all the way — but
I find a tranquillity when I look back at time.I step forward, and watch myself run afar,
to reach the end I always admire;
but the trees left behind, the shadow of them —
be they lovers or friends, I hold them still.
And in the nostalgia of time, I whisper my lonely words:
“Wish you were here, to complete this journey.” -
Random
What I thought was past — my desire, my long-dreamed day —
it was an awful waking, to a night of endless chase and pain…
I borrow my own time, and run a battle —
to fight with whom?
I shall surrender my soul;
I wear no shell for you to protect me,
but I tear open my wounds, to love myself. -
How Far
How far shall I hurt my love,
to push away this pain of the soul,
to cross the limit of the wait,
to smile again with you?How deep shall I love you,
to hold you in my heart,
to live in your dreams again,
to anchor myself in you?How far shall I hold my tears,
to cry in the joy of yours,
to spend myself on you again,
to tear my sadness apart with you?How far shall I travel alone,
weaving old and new memories? -
Beautiful Life
Before a day, after a night,
when sleep is gripping the pillow tight,
I woke to a day I lost, and gained,
and wasted away the sadness inside;
I crawled back to reality,
and wondered at this beautiful life. -
Best Memoirs
Step over step, as I move further into my life,
I find one name written across my memories.
Winds and floods of troubles passed over you,
yet it stays intact — my finest memory.Someday, somehow, it was meant to be:
that we would meet, and become good friends.
Now, when I pour out my silence,
I always remember you, my friend.In a moment of darkness,
you hold me in your caress;
and in a moment of dullness,
one name draws close to me again.Some of my greatest memories are these —
those little but sweet fights with you,
the whispered words of love,
and how I loved to share my everything with you. -
Your Answer
This is for someone I have come to know — someone who has become a part of my world. To give a name to every relationship is difficult, so in the verse below I try to express a few of my untouched memories with that person — without, of course, disclosing her name.
I often say a few words,
but your answer silences my world.
When I stand, sad, in a corner,
your unspoken touch heals me.I set things wrong for myself,
but you correct them, and feel me;
I hide, trying to run from life,
and you come close, and love me.When I ask, “Who am I to you?”
I hear your unanswered, eternal truth.
My friend — do I matter to you?
Your eyes ache just to hear it.I searched for a truth, and for you —
and God gave me both, in you.
And when I call you with my silence,
once again, your answer silences my world…