In the quiet chambers, where the soul resides, There lies a sacred wisdom, where true knowledge hides. Beyond the realms of logic, beyond the mind's vast art, There blooms a deeper knowing, the knowledge of the heart. It whispers in the silence, in the spaces in between, In moments soft and tender, in visions deeply seen. It's felt in every heartbeat, in the rhythm of life's song, A truth that's pure and timeless, where hearts forever long. This knowledge needs no language, no words to understand, It's written in the actions, in the touch of a loving hand.

A free bird I want to be
Despite the fears of freedom
Despite the unfamiliarity of the destination
Free as a bird I want to be
as the breath of stars.
In every heartbeat, a story lies,
In every soul, a universe of skies.
Yet in the echoes, we remain,
A whisper in the wind,
In the vast expanse within, we are kin.
No lines to mark where you end and where I begin
We find a truth profound: there are no borders in our souls.

A free bird I want to be
Our hearts beat in unison, a universal song,
In the dance of life, we all belong.

In the quiet of the night,
We find a truth profound: there are no borders in our souls.
No lines to mark where you end and where I begin,
In the vast expanse within, we are kin.

Our hearts beat in unison, a universal song,
In the dance of life, we all belong.
No walls can hold the spirit, no chains can bind the heart,
In the realm of the soul, we are never apart.

We are threads in a tapestry, woven with care,
Each one unique, yet all are there.
In the fabric of existence, every soul plays a part,
Connected by love, the language of the heart.

In gardens hushed and meadows wide,
Where petals bloom with quiet pride,
The flowers stand in mute delight,
Their colors soft, their presence light.

No words they speak, no sounds they make,
Yet in their silence, whispers wake.
A language known to breeze and bee,
A silent song of ecstasy.

They speak in hues of love's pure tone,
In fragrant breath, their thoughts are sown.
A dialogue with sun and rain,
In stillness, they express, explain.

The silence of the flowers tells
Of life's great truths that softly dwells.

 One by one, like leaves from a tree,
all my faiths have forsaken me,
but after falling  again i will rise and rise.
like the ocean whose tides, manthey are down,
but invariably they rise.
like the trees, from seeds they arise,
and heights great, they rise and rise.
like the sun, which never dies,
but every day it does rise.

 Love, aren’t you the one who lights soul’s fire?
My earthly heart gets cold

but I sustain the shivers boldly.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys
and shores of universal life
and play with pebbles of destiny.

 Love is not a theory, a theology, a philosophy,

I came into existence, naked yet clothed
with innocence and unaware,
bathed with my mother’s blood,
old folks heard me cry and were so glad.
I came not into this unknown sphere by my own will
and I will not leave of my own will
but i will drink the wine of the mystery
and become drunk with anguish, fear and love.
So short, so precious a life,
a fragile life under threat.

Loneliness, Emotional pain, walks with us through the day,
and sleeps with us through the night,
Tears that is not visible to the naked eye,
silent screams that no one can hear,
feeling of relentless distress,
Trapped with nowhere to turn,
life is changing beyond our control,
someone else is pulling the strings,
causing this deep ache in the bottom of our soul.
but remember, for every soul there is a soul that touches yours –
Be it the slightest contact –
always there is a gleam of faith in the darkening sky;