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The Power of Hope

There’s a spark in our hearts that
urges us to try,
Through storms and challenges, it
accompanies us on the ride,
Infusing our senses that there’ll be
light at dawn,
This flame never dies; it’s the flame 
of Hope.

Shining bright through dark clouds
is Hope,
A force of strength in times of
despair, is Hope,
When we embrace it, we feel relief, comfort and peace,
It’s an endless whisper of joy that
will never cease.

It blooms like a flower in our hearts,
And a balm for the wounds in our
souls,
So look deep into the depths of
both heart and soul for the Spirit 
of Hope,
With its endless scope, anything is
possible.

Hold firmly unto it, and never let it 
go,
As it will lead you safely through 
the uncertainties of the unknown.



By Zyrool

The Journey Within

Days along the mysterious path,  
    Doors open to the unknown.  
The strange accompanies me;  
I become a turbulent sea.  

I hear no knock on my door,  
But I see strangers in my room.  
      They awaken elements of the deep;  
I become a vessel of conflicting thoughts.  

There’s a rising of the unseen,  
        A gathering of the invisible.  
There are two worlds in my chamber;  
I become an enigma.  

Visions from my mind walk into the daylight,  
    There’s an entangling by the tendrils of darkness.  
I push against the tide and the assailants;  
I become a fiery warrior.

In the Saint Osmund Church

Many years ago, I visited a church. The Saint Osmund Church in London
In Barnes. Beautiful and imposing Catholic Home of God. Felt from the heart

Mass. This was an intimate afternoon. I have never been here before. Never
The believers waited silently for the voice of the bells. The calling voice rang out

Holy Mass had begun. The priest was an aristocratic character, an old man
Preaching was incredible. His thoughts soared, and his audience fell into a hypnotic state

This Mass left an eternal mark on my soul
This Mass burned into my soul. Forever

This Mass always accompanies me
This Mass always lives in me
It's an eternal inspiration

Boring Life

Buy orange juice. 
It’s on the list. 
There’s nothing like it. 
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing at all. 

Buy milk. 
There’s two percent. 
Whole milk. 
Doesn’t fill the void. 
Doesn’t make me less depressed. 
Skim milk.
Is disappointing and watery. 
I wish I could figure out what’s making me depressed. 

Buy bread, and coffee. 
Buy new clothes, but they’re work clothes. 
Work shoes. Work ties. Work work. 

I bought a new lunch box. 
It’s blue, but a plain dark blue. 
I filled a mug of coffee. 
Hot or iced?
Maybe I’ll just let it get lukewarm.
Cream and sugar. 
I forgot to buy any. 
So the bitterness accompanies me. 
I’ll probably forget next week as well. 

Buy crazy clothes. 
Buy an inflatable pool. 
Buy a new grill. 
I make all the money that orbits my world. 
That could disappear with my own free will. 
I might disappear one day. 

I could do something like buy-
Anything that pops up on my phone or computer. 
Anything at all. 

Buy orange juice. 
I bought one with pulp today. 
Not too much though. 
I inserted my credit card. 
And cried in the car that day.

The Dark Passenger

There is a monster that accompanies him,
In halls, streets, college, it never leaves his side.
Better than the lovers and friends,
But its company brings demise.

He carries the baggage of his own thoughts,
Death always stays by his side.
Made her his closest friend,
Just one wish away for this to end.

The dark passenger is his name,
Death is the ruler in his kingdom.
It breaks or brings any curse,
Negative thoughts prey upon him

Solitude, a friend 24-03-23

Solitude a reliable friend,
one that accompanies me
to the world's end.
He's quiet and shy,
hidden away from others
appearing only when I am alone,
in the depths of the night.

When I am left with just my thoughts,
it comes and finds me, to support
as i lay there on those silent evenings,
deep in contemplation.
He helps me clear my mind.

In his embrace I find my peace,
the time when I can truly relax and feel at ease.
By his side, there's no need to act,
no stress or need to impress,
or indeed put on a show of someone else,
no need to hide what is really me.

In his company,
I can be myself, be free,
without fear of any judgement or shame;
he's like a heavy warm blanket on a chilly winter day,
muffling the noise outside.

Solitude, the truest friend,
guiding me when the rough seas of the world see no end,
my brother in arms, as we enter
the vast arena that is the earth.
I am certain I will meet you again:
it's just a matter of time.

Alone is another word for sublime.

Pale Blue Dot

A pale blue dot that floats in an infinite expanse of space, 
It earnestly holds everything ever known within itself; 
Nothing matters in this place.

Ginger and peach tea, a mother’s warm embrace,
The meaningful intimacy of sharing a clementine, but we are just
A pale blue dot that floats in an infinite expanse of space. 

Overthinking a conversation, being called a disgrace,
Why care so much?
Nothing matters in this place.

A husband hand-picking wildflowers to put in a vase;
A gift for his wife displaying his all-consuming love, but insignificant within
A pale blue dot that floats in an infinite expanse of space. 

Not standing to look each other in the face,
Time is running out, get over it,
Nothing matters in this place.

The nihilism that accompanies residing on a floating rock,
It’s a grief-filled comfort, Earth’s greatest oxymoron.
A pale blue dot that floats in an infinite expanse of space, 
Nothing matters in this place.

Hopeful Hearts

Old wishes carried into the new year,
Former desires brought into the new year,
Dim lamps longing for brightness in the new year,
Incomplete books searching for the missing pages in the new year,
Feeble trees in need of vitality elixir in the new year.

Redemption songs buoy the soul into a new world,
The bell chimes in the old cathedral reminding us of the creed,
Orbs in the sky strengthen the weary elements for another chapter,
A divine majesty accompanies us into a new arena,
The old fountain still grants wishes.

The new year revitalizes frail strands,
The new year highlights the pale colours,
The new year wets the parched ground,
The new year replaces worn-out tyres,
Bring your old wishes into the new year with hopeful hearts.


January 5, 2025.

My Afterthought's My Goal

My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
My health and healing is my main concern,
All else is fairly addressed--and not key,
My patience requires my good return.

Good hopes and goodwill--righteousness succeeds,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
Glory be His name, as illness concedes,
Treatment and proper care will set me free.

An amicable life leads properly,
A blessed future will be my reward,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
Well-kept focus, one mind, and one accord.

My faith is strong in Christ's saving Grace,
My good health is healing internally,
My health accompanies me to first base,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,

We seek not someone like us, but someone who feels like home

We seek not someone like us, but someone who feels like home,
Someone with whom we can sit in silence, feeling the warmth of their presence,
Someone whose imperfections fit with ours,
With whom we can laugh, be ourselves, and make life shine.
We are not looking for copies of our own faces, but for a heart full of life,
Someone who notices small joys, who would travel far just to see us,
For every moment together is a priceless gift,
A soul that loves each day, sharing our laughter and silences,
Someone who reminds us that love is not a mirror, but a heart that makes us feel alive.
In our silence, we find the warmth of a presence that embraces our soul,
A soul that accompanies us through sunny days and storms,
A heart that beats to the same rhythm of joy and longing,
A refuge of peace and laughter, a light that never fades.
We seek that heart that makes us feel each day is a beginning,
A beginning where love is born from imperfections and completeness,
And where every moment becomes a memory engraved in the infinity of time,
A home of love, where we find ourselves in others,
And where, in the silence of love, we truly feel at home.

Starbucks

In the middle of heavy rain
There is a cup of coffee
That always accompanies me then.

Rain comes but so does wind

Rain brings blessings
in the shape of drops,
with its gentle hands
does it nourish the soil.

But when the wind accompanies
that's on the verge of destroyal,
it judges none on its way
and wipes out everything away.

Now, I fear for that tree
which firmly holds the soil.
In an attempt to save others,
it might lose itself altogether.

That's when the rainfall in abundance
is to be felt responsible for the ruin
and the wind slowly blows away
ignored and forgotten by all....

A hidden emptiness

Searching for meaning

Accompanies a belief in

Separation and a suggestion

That a meaning may be found..

The suggestion makes sense

Supported by teachings

Over a lifetime..

After all..meanings are

Believed to have been found

So why not this time..

This seems a life story 

Immune from disturbance

With a hidden emptiness...

Fear Not Death

“Fear not the Grim Reaper. Death is an angel that accompanies good people to their home of everlasting joy.” by author

Death is not a spectre that wields a scythe.
The minute we’re born, we wend our way to it.
Neither is our Heavenly Creator but a myth.
Even if you breathe your last mortal breath,
a home like no other waits beyond the veil.
If life seems so hard that you want to scream,
there is no need against God to rail.
Life is but an eye blink in His grand scheme.
If you are kind and faithful, blessed in death you’ll be.
Joy, light, and love will be yours eternally.

Cake knife

        Fifty years back started new married life
        Husband celebrated birthday of wife.
        Till date I am glad to use that cake knife.

         Old is gold to use, also nostalgic !
        The cake knife seems just doing magic.
        Since then it accompanies ! Fantastic.

         Continuous it is giving service,
          though most ordinary, not very nice..
         To me it's precious, can't be judged by price.

         So long, in every  family function,
         same knife used on specific occasion.
         neither lost nor broken just to mention.

        Though four times we have changed our residence,
        it stays as constant companion and hence
       always reminding me , own existence.

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