A single drop of rain
hangs on the lip of a stone,
holding the whole horizon
in its trembling curve.
A moth circles a lantern
that has not been lit~
its wings brushing
the idea of light
that isn’t there.
A blue thread
lies across a field of dust,
untouched,
as if placed
by a hand
no one remembers.
A thought unfolds,
opening into a space
that wasn’t there
until you noticed it.
This poem was originally submitted to Story Circle Network's True Words Journal, to be published in October 2026.
I cannot keep God for He keeps me.
The universe without, the universe within
are untraversable without His manifesting light.
Humanity’s spiritual night evinces darkness palpable,
terminating all true sight until He illuminates the way.
Infinities of mysteries temporal and divine,
celestial and terrestrial, knowledge of all things created,
secrets of the intricate interweaving of body and psyche
are locked within God’s impregnable vault
until He, the Keeper, admits entrance to those who knock.
Copyright, July 9, 2026
somewhere out there
a whole new universe
waiting for discovery
Thomas stirred the tasteless,
clear liquid into his wife's
evening chamomile tea.
He smiled, thinking of the life
he imagined with another woman
he met in a stripper night club.
By midnight, Eleanor was gone,
her sudden passing blamed on
natural causes.
The grieving husband played
his part perfectly, weeping at
the funeral.
Two weeks later, he prepared
to sell the estate and move
away.
An insurance investigator
arrived, asking to see
Eleanor's final medical
records.
Thomas confidently handed
over the paperwork, certain
his tracks were completely
clean.
He failed to notice the smart
watch still syncing on her
bedside table.
Its biometric sensors
recorded the precise
moment her vitals fluctuated
unnaturally.
The digital timeline provided
the evidence needed to end his dreams of freedom in handcuffs.
Mark always claimed his late-
night drives were just to clear
his head.
His wife believed him until
she found a second phone
inside his desk.
The screen lit up with a
emoji text message from
a name she knew well.
"Can't wait until we can finally
stop hiding our love, Charlie,"
it read.
Her husband was sleeping
with the one man she trusted
the most: her twin brother.
Mysteries of Life
Treading these roads of Mysteries
Experiences, Turning of chapters of
Plots and twist of Life.
What are the mysteries of Life?
Riddles, Secrecies, Perceptions.
Follow one's intuition and lucidity not a
Hindrance to be unraveled.
A basis of one's longing to overstand.
Embrace one's mysteries, No amount
Of self-disgust can rectify one's past.
And no volume of anxiety can change
One's future.
Continue to maintain your mystery of
One's life.
When not pointing
At what beckon
Each lens-type, for mysteries
Stars, atomies
Be closed in on
Afar in time
This does. If through
Eyes closed! For us to reveal
If but dream-real
A fate. Love's true.
If you look hard enough, you end up finding
There is no (factoid) explanation of life,
but the (enigmatical) poetry of life."
Drapes of dusk descend across the forest,
Drawn to nature’s beauty in the west,
Dawn heralds a fresh day as twilight settles in its nest,
Dreams, a world where the soul is a guest.
November 19, 2024.
Faced with dangers that linger in uncertain times,
Time and again, we’ve danced the spiral climb.
Who controls the strings, the sacred rites of flight?
The unseen hand beneath the veil of night.
Wi-Fi whispers through walls we can’t see,
A.I hums in algorithms, beyond ones and threes.
Empires fall, their ashes cradle keys,
To truths whispered by Templars, dragons, and seas.
Atlantis drowned, Antarctica’s icy embrace,
Anunnaki, Nephilim lost in time’s chase.
Do we leap? Do we fight? Or let mysteries be,
And accept that the unknown is humanity’s plea?
NIGHT OF MYSTERIES
Night of mysteries
Tomorrow is not certain
We are eager to shift the curtain
Just to speak about today stories..
Life don't give chance,
We focus more to uncertainties
But everything is full of vanities
Yet opportunity comes but once...
Don't forget the commandment,
That day will surely come,
When you will go that glorious home,
And you will face the judgement.
PricelessPEN
They're not enough hours in the day to learn all of the nature's beauty secrets
In the shadow of the night, mysteries take shape,
The woman with eyes that shine like celestial stars,
And men tremble in the face of her fiery love,
For they feel the warmth that emanates from her depths.
She is like a deep ocean, with tumultuous waves,
In which the weak of heart drown,
But for the courageous, she is the most precious treasure,
To be found in the search for life.
Men feel the thrill of an intense passion,
Moving through the woman's veins like a wild river,
Intimidated by the power that lies within her heart,
Yet, drawn like moths to a flame.
They long to get lost in her labyrinth of love,
To feel the warmth of her body embracing their soul,
Only then do they truly feel alive,
In their perfect union, in divine fullness.
But only he who conquers fear is worthy,
To face the storm of passion that the woman brings,
To gaze into her eyes, aflame with desire and devotion,
And feel the warmth of his heart melting into a dedicated solitude.
So, woman, bestow your gift of love,
Upon a man who has overcome his fear and ego,
For only he will truly appreciate,
The magic and depth of your love, in eternal intimacy.
In the hidden realm, seeker of mysteries,
Where do you float, my boundless Origin?
Like a falling star, you bestowed upon me
A fragment of your essence, to give birth to me in depths...
But now, in the oppressive darkness of questions,
I wonder, was it out of love, punishment, or destiny?
I wander through the labyrinth of existence, lost in contemplation,
Feeling banished to the asylum of madness,
In the midst of an endless storm of events called life.
Here, where nothing finds respite,
And everything will be forgotten in the depths of oblivion.
Here, where appearances are but shadows of reality,
And reality hides its mystical truth.
In this place, where the beauty of illusion turns into truth,
And the cult of hope becomes imperative,
Conquering pain, masking suffering,
And quenching the burning thirst of the heart.
You, elusive being,
Master of my singular truth, I beseech thee,
Let your certainty enclose me in its cage.
With joy, I shall serve my sentence,
In rhythm with the boundaries of transcendence.
For what kind of freedom would it be,
Bound by the shadows of evil?
Blessed be your justice,
And above all, your mystical Grace.
May we all be thankful and acutely aware
For two of life’s mathematic mysteries that take place when we share.
This first is a basic fact…which cannot be denied:
how happiness, when shared, is quickly multiplied
The second is a mystery that often catches us unprepared
how the weight of sorrow gets divided the moment it is shared
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