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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Chelangat

In the hills where whispers roam,
Lived Chelangat, her spirit known,
In youthful grace, her steps were light,
Her laughter danced through the starry night.

But as time weaved its silent thread,
She noticed how others' faces fled,
Their words, a chorus of weary strain,
Their tales filled with bitterness and pain.

She pondered this truth, a subtle sting,
How complaints can dull a vibrant spring,
And watched as wrinkles etched their tale,
Of discontent that did prevail.

Chelangat chose a different vow,
To cherish each moment, then and now,
With gratitude's embrace, she chose to mold,
Her days into memories, gleaming gold.

For in the silence of her heart's retreat,
She found a joy that was ever sweet,
A light that glowed, undimmed by years,
And banished the shadows of all her fears.

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