a single spark can light the darkest night,
and turn our timid hearts to fearless flight.
An empty room filled
with silence,
I want to remain,
I want to dream more.
The wind pushes
the window wide
open filling the room,
no longer empty;
yet, nobody’s there,
dark, cold, empty,
middle of nowhere on top
of a hill. I can't fly
like the flower petals over
there. I step outside,
and lay on grass under
a sky filled with stars.
Maybe I can't
reach the sky, but
I want to stretch
my hand out
and still try.
The stars remain eternal.
As I walk north,
I continuously walk
among this darkness.
My happy memories haunt
me and question my
choices. I too wonder
what will become
of me, yet
I still want to struggle,
not knowing
which path to take,
I now consider this
my fate,
times of sink or swim,
life surrounded
by hardships, but
I cannot give up,
this is my fight.
Maybe I can never fly
to the sky of stars far
out of my reach, but
I still want to try.
Its only night,
the morning always
comes,
a long journey awaits me.
I'm a fearless warrior. Should I not kill?
With my skill and will, I till every hill.
Amidst moral rifts, I have my mission.
I'm the monarch. I make my decision.
Like lions and tigers, I show aggression.
There is a progression in my vision.
I am loyal like the domestic brutes.
My virtuous deeds have their moral roots.
I cannot afford losing my esteem.
Doesn't each slender sunbeam have a gleam?
'Catch as catch can' be a part of my game.
Should each goodness fit into a frail frame?
The gods are online today,
Updating their laws like software patches,
Fixing glitches in heaven while we glitch on earth,
Typing commandments no one reads,
Uploading sermons no one feels.
They scroll through prayers like spam emails,
Ignore the bleeding body in the dirt,
Reward the loudest liars,
And punish the quiet truth.
In their group chats,
They laugh at those like me —
Broken ribs, broken voice, broken trust —
Another ticket closed,
Another sinner "served."
The village bows to their screens,
Worships the edits, fears the updates,
And I,
I am just a bug in their system,
Flagged for deletion because I dared defend myself.
My innocence is offline,
My pain is offline,
Only the image matters here:
The curated guilt,
The viral shame.
The gods are online —
But none of them are listening.
In the depths of my dreams, I am a young and fearless sailor,
Sailing a ship with voluptuous sails that embrace the horizon,
I glide through the mystery of waters that cloak my soul in silence,
Where the city's sounds are swallowed and only passion sings freely.
A realm where reason is a stranger, even in the quiet of the deep night,
The rain whispers secrets as storms tear at my heart,
A place where waves crash and caress like an endless longing,
The wind sighs in ecstasy, and the ship dances on tender waves.
It's a land where time forgets to flow, and the moment alone shines,
With nothing but my ship and the waters that embrace me,
I've always carried within me a sense of life more vast than reality,
My heart beats strong and free, unleashing its fiery desires.
I never had a ship, truth be told, just city dreams,
I grew up a child of the streets, lost in the urban mist,
But what does it matter, friends, in my mind,
It's a wild journey, and I still sail, lost in the sea's sensuality...
The Great Man is like an ice mountain, cold and unwavering, fearless of opinion,
Devoid of virtues that accompany the respect and respectability of the herd,
If he cannot lead, he walks alone on the rough paths of his destiny,
Knowing he is ineffable, he tastes the bitterness of unshared intimacy.
When not speaking to himself, he wears an impenetrable and mysterious mask,
Within him exists an inaccessible solitude, untouched by praise or criticism,
In this silence, he finds the strength to never hesitate,
And in this isolation, he discovers his pure and unaltered essence.
Like a solitary stag in the forest of thoughts, he follows his path,
Without seeking familiarity, he finds the bitter taste of truth,
He is a soul dancing on the edge of a misunderstood world,
Where the echoes of the herd cannot penetrate his depths.
The Great Man is like a star in the infinite night, shining far away,
Misunderstood by the crowd, but blinding in his own unique light,
In this distance, he discovers the freedom to truly be himself,
And in this vast and silent space, he finds his eternity.
Fear stays on the ground,
but hope goes out on a limb...
near the miracles!
Fearless
I am not afraid of the future
The mystery it holds.
Lurking in the shadows, uncertain.
Bring with it, when it comes:
the crashing of a thousand cymbals
the roll of the drums,waves in my ears
roar of the seas, extravaganza.
The whine of the violin
the sadness,the loneliness
the despair,the tears.
The strumming of the guitar
your fingers moving
the fret of my love, humming.
Blow like the bugles
the horn in splendour!
Wake my soul ,my spirit
soar like the eagles ,nesting
the new morn, its delights.
Breathe like the flute,
my lips over you
the nights ,the fervor,
the longing ,the passion unfold.
Bring in the organ,the piano
the tempest of the waltzes
the hues, the strains
filling the spaces, unseen .
Chants like the prayers,
rending my being,
lead me, from this life to the next.
I am not afraid of the future,
the storms it creates,
neither should you .
Stay,be a rhapsody.
I
They, blinded by ambition,
armed with deadly ammunition
like agents on a suicide mission,
although faced with a lack of vision,
they hunger for a revolution.
When slapped with charges of treason
which unreported become misprision
they make the right decision
to surrender of their own volition
lest they attract a sentence of life in prison,
Don't burn
Yourself ablaze
Trying to prove
Your worthiness.
Don't kill
Yourself for
Nothing
Trying to prove
You're fearless.
Be fearless
Don't mean
Be stupid
Be careful
Don't mean
Be fearful.
A new dawn breaks, with promise bright,
For girls educated, to claim their rights.
They'll rise and shine, with purpose clear,
To shape the world, and conquer fear.
The dawn of a new era, a glorious sight,
Where girls will flourish, in knowledge and light.
Their voices were heard, their talents known,
A future brighter, than we've ever known.
let’s lay heart bare
come be daring
outstare ego
The ministry of
Going to heaven is for
The brave and fearless.
If your goal is pure
And gold; don't fear even if
You commit mistakes.
Age, I learned respect
One should be fearless when young
By fear, I grow old.
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