The borders fell like fever from a long-tormented frame,
No steel was turned, no legions marched, no decree spoke their name.
For when the node of silver wood began its quiet rise,
The phantom lines of sovereign pride dissolved before their eyes.
The ancient ghosts of territory, of fortress, and of crest,
Like winter frost before the sun, sank deep into the breast.
The pain that once had armed the hand and built the concrete wall
Was opened to the anchor node, unmetered, shared by all.
A mother’s cry in Sector One, the drought of Sector Four,
No longer stopped at checkpoints or the barricaded door.
The collective mind, in empathy, received the bitter sting,
And wove the ache of centuries into a single string.
Where once the barbed dividers stood to guard the hollow grain,
Now surged a tide of healing hands to wash away the stain.
The map of old Vaeloria, where blood-bought nations bled,
Became a tapestry of care, by quiet mercy fed.
No citizen was left an island, stranded in their grief;
The shared scar of the species brought its ultimate relief.
I was a child with questions, no answers in sight,
Why was love absent, why was home not so bright?
A little girl stood in a storm alone,
Searching for love that she had never known.
But then two hands held me, old yet so strong,
My grandparents whispered, "Child, you belong."
They did not ask about my scars or past,
They gave me love that would forever last.
They taught me to read, to write, to dream,
To find my voice, to proudly scream.
Where mother left shadows, they gave me light,
They turned my darkness into mornings bright.
So no, I am not broken, not lost anymore,
I have found what I was looking for.
I am not the tears my childhood knew,
I am the love my grandparents grew.
I sat again on that old broken bench at the park,
Watching birds, people, and the last rays of the sun fade by,
Remembering our final words—spoken so far from kind.
A single tear I had to shed for the moments lost in time.
The skies turned suddenly ominous, though I knew not why—
But by the grace of God, a little girl smiled, ever so bright,
And I finally realized: forgiveness is not so far behind.
Like a programmed robot
I move through each day
Smiling and nodding
In just the right way.
Pretending I'm happy
And life is just great
When the truth of the matter is
There's just too much on my plate.
I feel like I got cheated
Out of living a good life
I'm poor and alone
And I'll never be anyone's wife.
I'm like that lone shoe
You see lying on the road
Alone and discarded
Like an unwanted load.
People pass by me
Staring with pity
Torn and tattered
Not an ounce of pretty.
The shadows in my eyes
Portray a battle lost
Nightmares and insomnia
Show surrender’s cost.
The physical scars
Have healed without a trace
But the mental emotions
Are still written in my face.
I'm a programmed robot
Struggling each day
Trying to hold my head up
And wishing I could fade away.
A raw nerve exposed
A painful wound reopened
- Next step of healing
IN FORGIVENESS AWARENESS
Wow! I slipped and fell!
A wrong decision was made:-
Sad tears flowed for days.
Agony tormented me:
Dear God forgave my mistake.
IN AND OF GOD’S HEALING GRACE
Healing grace coming,
Six days plus one, messaging:
God’s clocking the time:-
Let patience be a virtue—
Imagining resurrection.
I stand where the earth is green and wide,
Under a clouded, dreaming sky.
The paddy whispers, row by row,
Of days that pass, and rivers that flow.
No buildings touch this quiet land,
Only wind and rain by nature's hand.
And in this green, so calm, so deep,
I sow the dreams I want to keep.
Days will pass, pages will fill,
Ten, twelve books, by sheer will.
If after all this suffering, I never gave up,
Why will you?
If I can, you can too.
Two years ago, our story closed,
Yet you lingered in the margins.
Two months ago, in a darkened theatre,
You held my hand like a secret kept,
A love hidden from another love.
I thought it was a return,
But it was only a hiding place —
You wanted the comfort of my yesterday,
While promising someone else tomorrow.
Today, I no longer check the stars for us,
I check my own worth.
And it whispers back, clear and calm:
I deserve more than a love shown in the dark.
I deserve a love that can stand in the light.
I am strong,
I am in control,
Today is my day —
I wrote this on the 10th of May.
On the 26th, I waited.
Two days before nineteen,
I did not want gifts,
Only love, only care, only effort.
A long wish at 12.
On the 28th, it was my birthday.
The clock struck 12, he did not.
At 6:30, a formal happy birthday arrived,
And it hurt me a lot that day.
I wrote my faults that night:
Overthinking,
Overloving,
Over-expecting.
But today I know,
Loving too much was never a fault.
Waiting for love at midnight was never too much.
My only fault was calling my love a fault.
Today I am feeling very hurt for myself.
From everyone I only wanted a little love,
And I didn't even get that.
After you came into my life I learned to live again,
And now you yourself have left my life.
You know how much I love you,
Then why did you do this?
I was just a little jealous,
What was so wrong in that
That you said you want space?
I always Loved you without
any conditions just to
receive the love i never get
I never wished bad for your parents,
I thought I would love them like my own,
But look what happened,
My happiness was snatched away.
I have no one to share my pain with,
So I am writing my heart's words in this diary.
Nobody stays till the last.
You will have only yourself.
So don't depend on others.
Be your own happiness.
My soul feels shattered
Dreams lie all scattered
A heart once beating with fire,
Now cold and battered
The sky once painted with blue,
Is torn and tattered
Yet in each fragment of pain,
A hope is gathered
For even dust of despair,
Can bloom when weathered
Every poet need a haven to evoke
And here you are my metaphor .
The hard in trying to ignore
I'm ended up loving you more .
It hurts to see you with someone else
Maybe I've loved you too much I guess .
The only reason I cried in my prayers is you
And destiny left me alone without any clue .
I cried and cried and asked , why I fell in love ?
Even my soul begs to escape from this now.
Death,
Come not in haste!
For You are monstrous Mighty;
For your hand were deep, Long over our innocent hearts!
Death,
All your paths
Shall breed mournings!
Upon man’s endeavors in the sun, Above their presence;
Mission and vision.
Death is a great ocean!
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