A wish for time

I wish I had more time with me,

To mend my soul, to set it free.
A quiet space, a gentle sea,
Where I could find the depth of me.

I wish for time with friends so dear,
Where laughter echoes loud and clear.
A time that shapes the trends we chase,
With memories time cannot erase.

I wish for peace amidst the fight,
A guiding star, a hopeful light.
Where young minds dream beyond the fray,
And war’s dark clouds are swept away.

I wish for change, both strong and true,
A shift in hearts, a broader view.
Where kindness forms a sacred chain,
And human worth is not in vain.

I wish for love, deep and pure,
A bond that makes our lives secure.
A touch, a word, a hand to hold,
More precious far than gems or gold.

I wish for time to speak my heart,
To hear the tales I’ve played a part.
To sit with self and softly say,
“You’ve come so far—embrace today.”

I wish for time to start anew,
To learn from trials, to see what’s true.
A reset key, a page unturned,
Where life’s story become lessons learned.

I wish to regain the time I lost,
To find my path, no matter the cost.
To ask myself what life should be,
And where my soul finds peace in me.

I wish I had the time to send,
My love and hopes to every friend.
To wish them strength, to see them shine,
And let their dreams align with mine.

சிகரன் 

Cycle of shadows

 Power that comes in a madman's hand,

Grabs the poorest people's land.

History returns, a cycle unkind,

Drowning voices, breaking the mind.

Missiles and jetss become priority,

Leaving people's lives in pity.

Devils are plotting secret revenge,

Yet another war in grinch.

Shadows stretch where hope once shone,

The cries of justice fade to stone.

Yet whispers rise in broken streets,

A spark remains where courage meets.

The cannons will roar, the sirens will wail,

History will repeat its sorrowful tale.

Children whisper through the night,

Hiding souls from the flames' cruel bite.

You have no choice but to live in this world,

Put your dreams and hopes on hold.

Charming friends and neighbors told,

“You are crazy—still not old.”

The planet aligns in a silent parade,

A cosmic whisper, a fate long laid.

The stars blink twice, then dim in shame,

Giving a sign—the war starts again.

Footsteps echo on streets once bright,

Shadows dance in the absence of light.

What was once a dream now fades,

Lost in the march of war’s cruel blades.

But somewhere beneath the smoking sky,

A heart still beats, refusing to die.

For even in chaos, hope can remain,

A spark of peace in a world of pain.

The dark grows deep behind the mass

Shadows that spread without ask 

The day will come and shadow will go

It will come back again that cruel shadow. 

Sikaran 

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