The yellows on boughs

The Yellows on Boughs

She placed her prayers on blooming boughs,
Passed them softly with loving vows,
She praised their glow in golden rows,
Where sunlight sleeps on petals’ brows.

They grew in grace, in gentle hue,
Fed by hope and morning dew,
Each blossom swore the skies above
To live long lives of light and love.

No wilted dreams on careless ground,
No broken gold in grief be found,
Let beauty stay where it is grown,
And crown the branches, not the stone.

Before she weaves her farewell wreath,
Before she rests in quiet beneath,
Let flowers dance in joyful breath,
And bloom beyond the reach of death.

From pieces to peace

From Pieces to Peace

Cast me into the abyss of night,
Chain my wings and steal my light,
Break me on the anvil of pain,
Feed my bones to storm and flame.

Bury me where dead gods sleep,
Where ancient sorrows guard the deep,
Grind me into sacred dust—
Still the stars will know my trust.

For ashes are a warrior’s womb,
From ruin rises living bloom,
I blaze again in scarlet skies,
A sun reborn where darkness dies.

From shattered worlds I shape my throne,
With fire for blood and steel for bone,
No fate can bind, no fear can cease—
I conquer chaos into peace.

The Rainbow in the Darkness

The Rainbow in the Darkness

Come my dear to the land of fireflies
The moon has awaken the sleeping stars
The birds fast asleep and so the beasts.
Lift your feet like you walk on clouds
Among the flowers and tender leaves.
Should you trust and walk by my side
You shall hear the songs in their snores
Drunk with sleep and their own scents mixed
Above our heads in harmonies move.

We shall tiptoe the forest floor
Lit up blue with the fireflies' torch
Lined like lamp posts along the path
To the realm of silence, the eternal bliss.

Tell me then your saddest tale
Of broken heart and of sterile dreams
I shall seal my lips and listen
Till the tale ends with your tears
And start anew with my tears afresh.
Then moon shall witness the union of hearts
As tears fall and unite above the ground
The fireflies' glow and the shadow of tears
Create shimmering rainbow in the silent darkness.

Source: On the Wings of Wind, Anthology of Soul's Whispers Vol. III  phddorji.blogspot.com

There is Friendship...

There Is Friendship…

There is friendship in the whispering wood,
Where silent hearts are understood,
All we need is a gentle mind,
And willing feet that walk in kind,
When flowers close their weary eyes,
And dreams grow deep beneath the skies.

There is friendship on mountains tall,
Where hope stands firm though spirits fall,
All we need is a faithful flame,
To climb through cloud and wind and pain,
When birds grow still in evening’s keep,
And song itself drifts off to sleep.

There is friendship in the rivers’ flow,
Where secrets only patience knows,
All we need is a listening soul,
To walk beside life’s changing role,
When currents fight in restless stride,
And peace swims hard against the tide.

There is friendship in the breathing air,
That teaches hearts to trust and care,
All we need is love made true,
To feel the world begin anew,
When open arms replace all fear,
And lonely spirits draw near.

Source: On the Wings of Wind, Anthology of Soul's Whisper Vol. III    phddorji.blogspot.com

Never from now

Never From Now

Never have I fallen so low, so far, so still,
Where hope lay pale beneath grief’s heavy will.
Never has my gentle light so softly fled,
Like fading stars where night and sorrow wed.

Never did a voice so pierce my trembling soul,
A whispered doom no comfort could console.
I wept till darkness learned my silent cry,
Till even prayer grew weary passing by.

Forever shall this choice, a shadowed chain,
Walk with my years in sorrow’s slow domain,
Where broken spirits wander, hushed and alone,
Till remorse leads every lost heart home.

The Midnight Plea

The Midnight Plea

I am not some fleeting ghost of night
Who passes by and fades from sight,
If warmth from my heart upon yours is laid,
Can longing truly be kept in shade?
Forget the tales the world repeats,
Let our pulses speak in sacred beats.

Let blushes bloom where lanterns fail,
Beneath soft covers where breaths grow pale,
Your playful turns, your tender fight,
Turn every shadow into light,
Close your eyes and drift with me,
Where dark unfolds in color’s sea.

Let my steps trace where yours have been,
Stay still until our souls convene,
Hear my breath not for clever art,
But for the thunder of my heart,
I will not rush what time makes sweet,
Till rhythm and longing gently meet.

Then together we’ll forget the hours,
When youth stands tall in blooming powers,
When love runs high and fears grow small,
And passion paints the silent wall,
Till every sigh becomes our rhyme,
And joy is drained like vintage wine.

Source: On the Wing's of Wind, Anthology of Soul's Whispers-Vol. III.  phddorji.blogspot.com

A Woman's Heart

To women everywhere, near and far—every day you grace this earth is a day worth celebrating and honouring your extraordinary strength.

A Woman's Heart

She isn’t just a lowly stone
The one you step on and forgotten when gone.
With hammer like words break her to powder
Into soil she changes as your tone gets louder
And with time she resurrects to stone of toughness
Unless you dissolve her heart to nothingness.

She isn’t just a lowly stone
Used in need and discarded for lone
With fire like words burn her to ashes
Into soil she gathers from the burnt down trashes
And with time she resurrects to stone of toughness
Unless you dissolve her heart to nothingness.

She isn’t just a lowly stone
Left on the path you move like a cyclone
With wind like words blow her afar
Into soil she settles without trace of a scar
And with time she resurrects to stone of toughness
Unless you dissolve her heart to nothingness

She isn’t just a lowly stone

Your feet rubs until it's worn
With river like words wash her off-shore
Into soil she transforms from the sands of yore
And with time she resurrects to stone of toughness
Unless you dissolve her heart to nothingness

She isn’t just a lowly stone

With hammer like words break her to powder
With fire like words burn her to ashes
With wind like words blow her afar
With river like words wash her off-shore
Time shall resurrect her to stone of toughness
And nothing can dissolve her heart to nothingness.

Source: On the Wings of Wind, Antnology of Soul's Whispers-Voll. III
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