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"Where Silence Burned"
β Whispers Beneath the Flame Tree (Gulmohar)
Flame Tree
Frost-tipped whispers dance through the dawn.
Luminous skies cradle the branching flame.
A blaze erupts where silence once slept.
Memories cling to the flicker of leaves.
Eternal roots dig deep in amber soil.
Tendrils rise to trace the sunβs breath.
Rustling sighs chorus a hymn of fire.
Eclipsed shadows bow to its burning grace.-
The Life of a Poet
A quill whispers where nights unfold,
Dreams inked in shadowed veins of gold.
Words bloom where silence gently weeps,
Hearts cradle verse the soul still keeps.
Moments scatter like trembling leaves,
Breath enwoven with all it grieves.
Eternal longing, a fleeting crest,
The poet lives, both cursed and blessed.-
Eternal Seasons
Summer hums through the swaying trees,
Golden whispers drift on gentle breeze.
Sky ignites with a warm embrace,
Time slows in its tender grace.
Petals fall, a quiet refrain,
Hearts yearn as clouds wax and wane.
Life circles back, yet hope will remainβ
Dreams awakened by the soft rain.-
Market Dreams
Meet me where the whispers bloom,
And shadows dance 'neath silver moon.
Rise with dawn, the world's embrace,
Kindred souls in a fleeting space.
Every breath, a barter won,
Thoughts exchanged till the day is done.-
Getting Older
Each breath etches time into bone.
Mirrors tell tales the heart conceals.
The dawn lingers, yet feels brief.
Shadows stretch, whispering distant truths.
Laughter dims but deepens its tone.
The world slows, soft as worn silk.
Getting older is a quiet storm.
Life fades, yet hums with more meaning.-
Whispers of Summer
The air hums soft with golden light,
Each breath a hymn of endless flight.
The meadows sigh, the rivers shimmer,
As days embrace the tender glimmer.
In twilight's arms, shadows grow grimmer,
Yet hearts still burn beneath the summer.-
What Stirs the Dawn?
What stirs the dawn to softly rise,
Unlocking whispers in boundless skies?
Is it the stars that fade unseen,
Or dreams dissolving where night has been?
Do shadows yearn for morning's glow,
Or does the light let darkness go?
Perhaps the answerβs in the air,
A fleeting truth beyond compare.-
Distance
Between us, a quiet expanse grows,
soft as the hush where twilight flows.
Steps falter, shadows stretch, thin air,
time erodes the bridge we once shared.
Distance hums in the space between,
an unseen thread where loss is gleaned.
Each silence speaks, a widening ache,
unbound by paths we cannot remake.-