Gardens of Memory Her hands once danced upon the soil,Life bloomed from every touch.Now, roses guard the empty space,Silent, yet they say so much.Lilies grace the dappled light,Petals soft as sighs.Her laughter lingers in the breeze,Where her spirit never dies.Every leaf and every bloom,Paints her tender story.In this garden, love endures—A mother’s quiet glory. Meaning…
In shadows where the cold winds blow,Bones clatter in a rhythmic flow.Pale moonlight on the graves below,Steps echo the tales of woe.Grim partners twirl with silent grace,Skulls gleam beneath the stars’ embrace.A macabre ball, a chilling place,Each step a ghost of life’s erase.No breath, just silence in the spin,Dark robes flutter, thin as skin.A tango…
Petals and Shadows In bloom, life whispers loud,Colors bright, heads bowed.Death, in quiet tread,Casts shadows, petals shed.Life’s dance, a fleeting spell,Flowers rise, in time, they dwell.Fallen petals, earth’s embrace,Cycle turns, a silent grace.Beneath the moon’s soft gaze,End and start, in endless phase.Petals and shadows, side by side,In death, life’s beauty, magnified. Meaning “Petals and Shadows”…
Conversations with Silence Hey, have you seen the fields lately?Not green, not anymore.They wear the season’s latest—Shades of sorrow and undone dreams.Someone told me, “That’s just how it goes,”As if war were as natural as rain.And death? It’s just a visitor,Frequent, uninvited, hanging around too long.”Look,” they said, pointing to the silent hills,”Heroes are sleeping…
Requiem of Winter Winter’s grasp, cold and severe,Land lies still, silence profound.Beneath white, earth sheds a tear,For life once free, now bound.Trees as mourners, stark and bare,Vigil over frozen ground.Each ice crystal, a rare memory,Of life’s cycle, end is found.In this quiet, white-draped room,Winter whispers of life’s thread.Silent moment, gesture of gloom,Ode to the departed,…
