You were there when the dark
crept loud through the door,
when my tears made small rivers
that stained to your core.
You never once left me,
you never once frowned,
you just held my silence
till sleep came around.
Your fur is all matted,
your seams pulled apart,
but I know every thread
is stitched into my heart.
Others see fabric,
old stuffing, worn eyes
but they don’t see the love
that your silence implies.
I’ve told you my secrets,
the ones I can’t say,
and you guard them so tightly
they won’t slip away.
You’re my courage, my anchor,
my shield, my safe place,
the first thing I reach for
when life feels unsafe.
One day they will tell me,
“You’re older—move on.”
But you’ll never be gone, Bear,
you’ll never be gone.
Even if I outgrow you,
and tuck you away,
you’ll live in the child
who still needs you each day.
So I’ll whisper a promise
to your threadbare old ear:
wherever I wander,
I’ll keep you near.
For you’re more than soft fabric,
more than my toy
you’re the keeper of childhood,
my comfort, my joy
The term real estate
A false one, perhaps.
If so, why is his grave
Owned by the state?
Luckily, Heaven
If not Hell
Is the only ground
That truly belongs
To every soul and all
-Dharga Nagar Safa
Short
is most sweet
when the sugar
is pure
Its message
like honey
when added
to lure
The Mime
as your server
with candy
implied
Truth
in the tasting
its richness
— to hide
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
I thought to measure love...
Then thought, what heart
puts a limit on the heart?
Does a mother tell a child
not after breakfast
only till noon
after tucking, on you own?
darling I love you
after sex, no hugging
I thought to measure love
then thought
Love, need never to be thought
Love, need not ever be sought
Just Love....
In the midst of no man’s land
In the town of my birth
Once I dreamed of sea and sand
Sitting on the granite earth
A lot of water has flown under
All the bridges where I stood
Looking down, caught up in wonder
It was real and too good
A lot of time has passed since then
At the sea resorts I’ve stayed
Walked upon all kinds of sand
Picked up shells along the way
Dreams of sea come out fulfilled
Love’s another dream I had
It came true and stayed until
Came the time of which I read
That it comes all of a sudden
Unexpected like the rain
On a sunny day in town
Where my love lived, and remains
Dreams turn real and vice versa
This reality’s a dream
In the ash of its dispersal
Over sea and sand I’ve seen.
Like boats that float upon the ocean wide,
We dwell within this world, yet not its tide.
The vessel sinks when water finds its way,
So too our souls, if worldly winds betray.
We are in the world, but not of worldly mold,
Our citizenship in heaven we uphold.
To guard our hearts from shipwreck and despair,
We must control desire and be aware.
Emotions yield to God’s communion deep,
Where Father’s wisdom wakes us from our sleep.
We gain His view - heaven’s perspective true -
And see beyond what earthly eyes construe.
By Word of our testimony, we arise,
Anchored in Truth that never sinks nor dies.
Truth trips the tongue mid-stage
the mask cracks in the glare,
applause feeds on the lie
failure wears a spotlight.
youth fades with truth
truth holds the proof
smooth words uncouth
truth hides the proof
uncouth truth
All that is manifest, is doomed to die
and is therefore merely a lucid dream,
wherein attachments cause our heart to sigh,
separated from truth by thoughts that stream.
God absolute exists beyond space-time,
which is our home too, as the light of Self,
beheld in the gap betwixt bliss beat’s chime,
when no agenda remains on our shelf.
This truth now known, we must maintain focus,
recognising we’re not this body-mind
and remaining still along love’s locus,
prayerfully become divine aligned.
God dwells in the heart, let us heed His call ~
That we are living light, here now recall
Shape of the mouths
Silence of the footsteps
Harmony of the tears
Firmness of the handshakes
Emptiness of the buffet
Declare:
Were they in love or in need.
What causes one to feel this way?
lack of control over every emotion, like you’ve fallen from a cliff
out and in goes the air through your lungs as you barely breathe
vexed heart rate – feeling like you’re experiencing arrhythmia
every whisper and flutter is seen, even if it’s just you in the mirror
Don't you know?
You’ve already read the answer.
It's difficult to define a father precisely
So, let's imagine how a father would be
A father may be figuratively similar to these:
A starting point, a fulcrum, a roof, a piece of land
A mountain, a sky, a star, a beam of sunshine
A lamp, a mirror, a book, a guide,a set of minds,
...
I reckon a father can be similar to each of them
if he is viewed from different perspectives
However, fatherhood will not be fairly defined
If all the pieces above aren't yet combined ?
the word trust contains
its own form of corrosion
—a steadfast decay
Death's Shadow creeps across the wall
Where memories of triumph Stand tall
Each scar tells stories of battles won
Each breath echoes choice made, undone.
The ledger of our days is closed
Accounted for in every pose
No whispered no apologies sought
No trembling knees, no faltering thought.
Before the throne of judgment high
We stand as mountains touch the sky
Our hearts ablaze with righteous pride
Our soul unbroken, side by side.
The divine inquirer raises sight
Upon our shoulders, straight and bright
No shame deliberate, no guilt resides
Only the peace that honor provides.
Through trials fierce and tests of fire
We walked the path our conscience dire
Each step deliberate, each choice clear
Our character forged, year by year.
Fighting falsehood with mere truth is
a losing proposition
The public clamors for the popular position
The underdog has it all his way today
yelling that America is evil paves the way
no matter that it’s pure, unadulterated fiction
Soon all law-abiding folks will be imprisoned
as anarchy realizes its wildest ambitions
In dead silence, there’s a sound,
noiseless and yet profound.
Deeds provoking, not quite just,
from tainted minds that think, “we must.”
What a precious gem if caught,
the divinity of thought.
To control the human heart,
that takes something very smart.
Some may think the silence means
no one hears, or so it seems.
But there is the speechless word
in the spirit that is heard.
In the caverns of darkness stands,
an element with strict demands,
whose jaws will tighten on the lies,
and wrench the truth from its disguise
Times now test all living strength
pushing patience to end's length.
Power drives the merciless bold
to suppress the pitiful fold.
Clearly, some, will choose the wrong.
They must follow with the throng.
And stay silent ever since,
deathly fearing to speak against.
But in the silence, right prevails
In spite of suffering and travail.
Injustice cannot stand for those
who in a quiet fight - oppose.
In Heaven's silence, there's a sound,
holy and most profound,
the numbered reckoning of days,
that terminate life's foulest ways.
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