Life, Here I Come

Life hasn’t started?
You must be kidding, right?
I've lived for almost two decades,
and that's what you tell me?
So, you mean to say that my whole life has been a trailer?
A preview to the real thing?

Given the years I've spent,
I can say ... it doesn't get any easier.
Life will always deal with us a hard blow,
Stronger than the first,
Stronger than the last,
Stronger than the strength I thought I had.

If I could live as a toddler forever,
Would I opt for that instead of embracing growth?
A world with no worries, just warm hands and lullabies...
But would there be any fun in that?
No thrill?
No ride?
No rise or fall?

Knowing full well that life is a rollercoaster,
I’d still choose to navigate my way through it.
I may not have chosen the ride,
But I’m here,
And I’m not getting off.

So tell life ..
I’m ready.
Scarred maybe, but steady.

Life... here I come.


            Eniyans
                  Poetry
                         ✨️

So, I sat
And thought,
What if...
What if I'm not doing it right?
How?
Another thought,
How are you not doing it right?

How are you not doing it right?
Is there a "right" way at all?
What if your path is yours, unique,
And in its own mess, it's perfect too?

So, I sat
And wondered,
What if the struggle is the answer?
What if the uncertainty
Is what makes the journey real?

The question isn't,
"Am I doing it right?"
But rather,
"Am I doing it,
With my whole heart,
In my own way?"

    Eniyans
          Poetry
               ✨️

This Is For You

To those who have redefined love beyond words,
To those who show consideration in every way,
To those who accept and embrace us for who we truly are,
To those who care unconditionally, without measure or expectation,
To those who not only love but demonstrate it through their actions,
To those who make love a verb, a feeling, and a way of life,

To those whose presence feels like home,
To those who listen with their hearts as much as with their ears,
To those who offer kindness even when no one is watching,
To those who turn love into a safe haven, not a battlefield,
To those who prove, time and again, that love is not fleeting --
This is for you.

To those who see beyond flaws and love us still,
To those who stand firm when the world wavers,
To those whose love speaks in silence, in presence, in unwavering support,
To those who mend what’s broken with patience and grace,
To those who remind us, through every action, that love is not just spoken but lived --
This is for you.

Back Home

I had God,
But I lost Him.
He never did, though.

The Devil came in,
Lured me, held my hands, and said,
"I'll give you whatever you need."

As if I hadn't read stories of him and his doings,
I unapologetically gave in.
And there I was,
One of his many puppets.

I had become addicted to what I prayed against,
And now he has departed me, ruined me.

Yet, I seek redemption,
A new life,
A new soul.

God, if You can hear me,
If Your mercy still flows for the fallen,
If Your grace still reaches broken souls like mine,

Wash me clean.
Strip me of this darkness.
I am tired of wandering through shadows,
Let me find rest in Your light.

It's time I cleansed myself,
Brought myself to my knees,
And worshipped You like I used to.

I pray for forgiveness,
And with no doubt in my heart,
I know You'll welcome me back.

It feels good...
To be back home.

I Am Who I Say I Am

You ask me, Who am I?
I won't bore you with tales of names and places,
Let's bury those in the deep corners of the earth,
Where forgotten things go to rest.

I am...
A patchwork of broken pieces,
Stitched together with threads of hope and determination.
I wear my scars like ancient art,
Etched on the canvas of my soul.

I am...
A beacon for the lost,
The voice for the voiceless,
The light that slips through cracks
And dances on shattered dreams.

I am...
A force that refuses to bow to mediocrity,
I do not fit into molds carved by hands that do not know me.
I am the compass for the wandering,
The map for those who've forgotten the way home.

I am...
The fire that burns quietly in the dark,
The echo of resilience that lingers long after the storm.

I am more.
I am me.
I am who I say I am.
I am an inspiration ✨️

Oh, Mother Nature
Never in history has it been penned that you went silent.
Even now, you have not gone silent.
Tomorrow has yet to arrive, but it will arrive listening to you speak.

The whooshing trees,
The cries of the ocean,
The chirping birds at dawn,
The rumbling skies before a storm,
The tingling raindrops,
The whisper of the wind against weary ears.

What does nature sound like?
It is every sound your ears listen to-
The cooing of a newborn wrapped in warmth,
The endless cries at the funeral of a beloved,
The laughter of children chasing the sun,
The hushed sobs of a mother in the dead of night.

Is silence ever truly real?
Even in the stillness, the earth hums.
Even in the quiet, hearts beat,
Breaths, ebbs and flows.
Even in death, the soil shifts to embrace the fallen.

Nature speaks. It always has.
And we, whether we know it or not, are always listening.

In every class, there's a circle,
In every circle, another one unfolds,
And within that one, yet another is told.

Sometimes, you'll feel the sting of being left behind,
But that's life revealing its true design-
An evolving puzzle, where pieces shift and align.

Embrace the change, and don't be defined
By the circles that exclude, or the ones that shine.
For even the brightest rings may dim,
And even the tightest knots unravel at the whim

Forge your own shape, let your own lines be drawn,
For every circle fades, but you will move on.
Some loops return, some break apart,
Yet you remain-whole in heart.