Echoes of Purpose: A Dance through Time

In the rhythm of routine, we drift like a stream, Mechanical motions, a life or a dream? Pause, oh, weary heart, let introspection gleam, Is this journey we tread merely a scheme? A dance with the mundane, a scripted play, Lost in the echoes of each passing day. Yet life, a fleeting moment, slips away,ContinueContinue reading “Echoes of Purpose: A Dance through Time”

FINDING SOLACE

(Part 5) Going through life, He hit some crest; Happy and proud, He puffed his chest. — Then came the trough, And he wasn’t ready; Wasn’t very sure, How to deal with it really. — In the midst of chaos, He was feeling lonely; Trying to find an ounce of lift, He was failing dearly.ContinueContinue reading “FINDING SOLACE”