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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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Maina

In shadows deep, where whispers fade,
Maina sought a path unswayed.
Yearning for nods and words so kind,
Yet wisdom whispered in silence, he'd find.

Through accolades and applause he'd roam,
Yet in silence, true approval found its home.
No need for grand gestures or words profound,
A tranquil hush spoke volumes, all around.

In the quietude, Maina came to see,
Approval's essence lies in silent glee.
Not in the clamor of acclaim so loud,
But in a stillness, profound and proud.

His worth not measured by a crowd's cheer,
But in the serene approval, crystal clear.
Silent nods, like leaves in the breeze,
Conveyed more than any spoken pleas.

In the silence, Maina found his grace,
A realm where approval found its space.
No need for words, no need to defend,
For in quietude, hearts truly comprehend.

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