lifepath

The Mind They Could Never Read

It began in the sunlit corridors of a small school tucked away in their hometown. She, with her curious mind, and he, with his wild ideas, were an unlikely pair. She struggled with dyslexia, letters dancing in her mind, refusing to stand still. He, on the other hand, was a terrible speller. His notebooks were a battleground of misspelled words, scrawled with more creativity than correctness.

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The Day one

They say, stop seeking awards, rewards—
Focus on work, not applause.
Be rooted in self, but not selfish,
Hold love, but let go, as they wish.

Am I hearing sounds without song?
Missing notes where silence belongs?
Am I here to wonder, not just wander,
A questioner, an eternal ponder?

If this truth must guide my run,
Isn’t it better I know, Day One?
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Shelter of Hope

Hope is an umbrella, fragile, thin,
Paper-soft against the storm’s fierce din.
Can it shield when the skies break apart,
Or hold the weight of a weary heart?

Yet, in despair, you’ll clutch its frame,
A twig, a thread, a fleeting flame.
When all is lost, even the frail will do,
A lifeline to grasp, to see you through.

But why not build while skies are clear,
A shelter strong, for those held dear?
So when storms rage, as storms will rise,
There’s safety beneath your steady skies.
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