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Again, you showed me the way
And ensured I kept my insecurities at bay
I was feeling dull
My pain, did you ****
I was feeling anxious
You helped me fight my demons
I was feeling stressed
My mind, you calmed
All in all, I was down
And you turned my bane into a boon!

Again, you showed me the way
In fact, YOU were THE WAY
The path to happiness
And inner peace
Yes, you may be an author
But for me, a motivator
You may be a poet
But for me, you represent faith
You may be a translator
But for me, a teacher
You may be an academic
But you provide the kick
Which I so desperately need
To do many a deed
And finally, you may be an activist
But for me, my inner beast
Ensuring I do my best
Come what may
Thus, you again showed me the way!!
Poem on how thinking about Dr. Meena Kandasamy (eminent novelist, poet, translator of the "Thirukkural", academic and anti-caste activist) helped me overcome my anxieties and insecurities on a tough day of work yesterday.
With each passing day,
I realize I am not alone
in the universe
that there is something greater than me,
greater than everything,
and that this everything
dwells within me.
For so long,
I thought something was wrong
with being empty inside.
But I’ve made peace with my emptiness—
a flute only makes music
when its soul is open wide.
~
Two minutes of perseverance
two minutes of curiosity

Seeking out life
returning with ingenuity

It's all about surfaces and thresholds
and winter hemisphere

Each of us wants so badly
to be that next satellite

Or at least be allowed
to dream we're a small dark spot
moving across the Sun's face

~
Rohidul Rifat Jul 24
The clock’s slow hands release their grip,
A whispered breath begins to slip,
Through corridors of fading light,
Where shadows stretch to meet the night.

The week’s tight chains dissolve in air,
Like molten glass that melts with care,
Each task undone, a thread unspun,
The loom of time undone, begun.

A tide that lifts the anchored soul,
Unfurls the sails toward the whole,
Where moments drip like honeyed rain,
And silence hums a sweet refrain.

The pulse of hours quickens now,
As freedom’s seed takes root somehow,
Beneath the skin, a quiet fire,
A spark of vast, unspoken choir.

No longer bound by duty’s weight,
The mind escapes its narrow gate,
To wander fields where dreams convene,
In Friday’s glow, serene, unseen.
A meditative piece about the quiet transformation that Friday evenings bring the slow release from duty into dreaming, from structure into stillness. Written to capture the soft beauty of transition.
Rohidul Rifat Jul 24
In sorrow’s night so deep and still,
A flame begins to spark and spill.
It hums of love, of ancient fire
That lifts us from the depths of mire.

The bee may sting, the skin may tear,
But deeper grows the heart’s repair.
For pain plants seeds that bloom in grace,
And loss can light a sacred space.

O soul, arise like golden rays,
And burn through fear’s encircling haze.
Let love ignite, let hope embrace–
A dance of dawn, a warm retrace.

Tread soft through woods where silence sings;
Feel earth’s calm breath beneath your wings.
Find roots below the floods and rain,
Where life still pulses through the pain.

Though dreams may bend, they do not break;
Our voices rise for justices’ sake.
We call the promise, far but clear–
A world where all are held sincere.

So guard this light within your chest,
A lantern in the night’s unrest.
Through struggle’s path, let hope remain–
For morning comes to crown our pain.
This poem explores the transformative power of sorrow, resilience, and healing. Written from a place of inner reflection and global empathy, it seeks to remind readers that even in our darkest moments, hope and justice can rise like dawn.
Breeze May 6
Times are changing now
We’re starting over again
Things are looking brighter now
The Sun’s shining over our heads
It’s time to show them what we’ve got
And let go of all our fears
But we must never forget the past
That has brought us here
I’ve got this feeling that all hard times are gone
We’re gonna make it this time; well I know; yes I know

We’re at the turning point of our lives
We’re at the turning point of our lives
(This is going to change our lives)
It feels so good

We feel a freedom now
Everything is so brand new
We’re gonna go straight to the top
There’s nothing we can’t do
So come along with us
We’re gonna take you around the world
We’re going all the way this time
We’re feeling proud and sure
The road’s been rough, and the time has gone so slow
We’re gonna make it this time; well I know; yes I know


We’re at the turning point of our lives
We’re at the turning point of our lives
(This is going to change our lives)
It feels so good
Here is the video for the song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMgTgh5umXE
I BLEED,
YOU BLEED,
WE ALL BLEED!!!
we bleed
the color of
red,
they say!!,
we are all equal
in, and
every kind of way,
We are All United,
Yes,
we are one,
we bleed the
color red,
all countries,  
all nations,
on this earth,
Under God's
Bright Sun!!
We All have values,
qualifications and needs,
So, let's stand,
negotiate, and
deliberate,
minus all
of the greed,
So, come on,
WE COULD DO THIS,
why beg, and
why plead???
the road is
rugged now, but
through our veins,
is RED BLOOD,
and
Remember:
WE ALL BLEED!!!!!


B.R.
Date: 7/6/2025
If the stars could speak through skies at night,
And every shimmer held a dream in light,
Would we dare to listen, still and long,
To find the place where all our hopes belong?

If the trees could walk the world with grace,
And share the stories rooted in each place,
Would we learn to honor leaf and ground,
And hear in silence how all life is bound?

If the oceans rose to voice their song,
Revealing secrets they’ve held deep and long,
Would we dive into their boundless blue,
And join the dance of life in something true?

If hearts could speak without a single sound,
And feelings lost were suddenly unbound,
Would love then bloom, unshackled, wide and tall,
And bind all souls together, one and all?

If tomorrow came with no more pain—
Just golden calm behind the passing rain—
Would we step forward, fearless, full of light,
And paint our lives in every color bright?
A gentle reflection on wonder, connection, and how the world might change if we truly listened—to nature, to each other, and to hope. This piece is close to my heart. Open to critique! Feel free to comment on flow, imagery, or emotional impact.
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