On parchment papers
My life unfolds,
And a sense of
wonder beholds
those who read its pages.
The story is revealed,
no need to query,
Each brushstroke is
a word of journey
With every tale in ink,
along the bay,
A story untold that
will forever stay,
And become visible,
For others to read
and understand.
Where I also,
Will forever be,
A man on a page.

Am I to journey
Sacred hot desert
of the Sahara,
To find my flora?
Am I to decipher
Secret Golden Sands?
While Navigating
Open Oasis drylands,
To seek solace in
These Lush Highlands.
Would I need to travel
Kingdom of Safari?
Like a canary,
finding its mantra,
And crafting each stanza.
Would I need to go through
Tiger's and Lion's den?
Roaring courage, and
Bravery like mighty men.
Just so I can chase down
delicate flutters,
Of butterflies' glimmers.
In this adventure trip,
I will journey
Through wild terrains,
and the sun's safari,
Where there exists
Love and happiness.
Where hope blooms like flora,
In this Oasis arid area.

I will find my sanctuary.
In the rarest destiny.

I am warm in his arms,
Though no heart he bares.
Full of light and love
From soft little hairs.
No words he can speak
Yet so caring and sweet.
His forever smile
Brings purpose to me.

When times may arise
With doubt and fear,

One moment I carry is the cuddle of a bear.

I am like a single-celled protist.
A shaped shifter that quietly dwells;
In a drop of water, with no fixed cells.
I move with my pseudopods.
To have you close enough, and engulf you;
Like phagosome, We fused anew.

I'm like the river, flowing endlessly.
Turning into pebbles, smoothed by time
And the river's currents rhyme.
I move with the rapids.
Where emotions flow
like meandering streams;
Navigating life's constant themes.

I'm like the growing moss.
After a volcanic eruption;
Growing stronger, in chaos' destruction.
I move amidst the barren rocks
Where shadows softly creep;
In nature's quiet keep.

I'm like an old bonsai tree.
Roots deep, filled with histories;
Whispering tales of time mysteries.
I move with a silent breeze
Branches reaching the sky,
With leaves never asking why.

As the universe unfolds,
I am but a fragment, playing my part.
Like a star moving with cosmic tides
In a distant galaxy that silently glides.
I am, therefore I am.

I carry a small bandage in my pocket,
This tiny fix knows how to conceal
Small scars that won't ever heal,
Due to life's painstaking laments,
And life's soft torments.

I keep it close, you see.
Because life's a teacher
hidden in disguise, to me.
Revealing short lessons in hidden moments,
when small scars start to bleed.

I tread with care where life implies
Because slight mistakes can open
Unhealed scars, so dreadful.
Quiet badges of time, where
Some wounds may linger
Through life's lessons whisper

Although this bandage won't mend
The scars fully,
But it's enough to keep the edges entirely.
To shield myself from lingering wounds and scars,
And to continue on this challenging journey,
I will keep this bandage in my pocket.

I walk in the shadows, a dead man alive,
Broken pieces, whispers of survival.

I'm the ghost of my existence,
Existence carved from pains' persistence.

I'm the stillness, I find my voice,
Voice of resilience, my soul's choice.

Though shattered, I rise, I rise again,
Again, Echoes of solitude,
my silent refrain.

I'm drawn into the matrix,    
From fear of scrutiny    
Cast by relentless metrics.    

I'm rather confined    
to pixilated companions,    
Digital confidantes, with tales entwined.    

Trying to escape my demise,    
They know not my reality,        
But only my virtuality.    

Give me the red pills,    
Where I will embrace
Comforting illusion of sacred thrills.

Immersing ourselves in virtual laughter,    
In a world of simulation wonder.