love

When Reasons Hide

Life’s colours

Some things unfold in whispers,
not for the hurried ear—
they bloom in the hush
where doubt and wonder meet.

The unseen hand moves quietly,
painting cause behind the veil,
each turn, each tear, each tremor—
a lesson sealed in grace.

Blurred eyes see loss and chance,
open hearts see light disguised—
for every ache, a seed is sown,
for every end, an unseen dawn.

So wait, not with fear, but faith—
for reason is not to be found,
it reveals itself in stillness—
when the heart remembers to see.

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Echoes of the Same Sky

The way of life

They rush, just as we once ran,
Chasing dreams without a plan.
Eyes bright, yet blind to cost,
Hearts half-found and half-lost.

I watch them stumble, proud and bold,
Through stories we’ve already told.
Different toys, new screens, same ache —
The hurried steps that hearts can’t take.

We too had built our fragile throne,
In worlds of “mine” and “me alone.”
Till love knocked softly, time replied —
And ego bowed where care had cried.

Now I see their worlds unfold,
With wiser eyes, yet hands grown old.
I wish they’d learn before the fall,
That giving doesn’t make you small.

For selfish minds can cloud the light,
And love is lost when clutched too tight.
So I whisper prayers into the air —
May they find “we” before despair.

And when their storms begin to cease,
May they too find their home in peace.
The sky is same, the winds just turn,
And every soul must live to learn.

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Desert Wind Songs

✏️ Day 29 – Desert Wind Songs
 (UAE)

My pencil rolled across the page like a dune.
Golden curves, soft and endless.
Then—vroom!—a streak of silver sliced through.
A race car!
Right in the middle of my desert!

The pencil laughed,
saying Abu Dhabi loves to surprise.
One moment you’re counting grains of sand,
the next you’re counting laps at Yas Marina.

I drew the city’s edge—
glass towers rising like mirages,
a falcon gliding overhead,
its wings tracing the shape of speed.

Then came a secret:
there’s a hotel here where rooms
overlook the Formula 1 track—
and when cars race by,
the windows tremble with joy.

I signed my name quickly,
half afraid my pencil might take off too.
The wind outside hummed low,
and for once,
it sounded like an engine dreaming.

✨ If your pencil could race the wind, where would it stop to rest?
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