River of Time: Reflections on the Banks

Your beauty unfurls like petals before dawn's first light,
Delicate and lovely, a rare exquisite sight.
In stillness I marvel how fortune allowed our hearts to unite,
Fate wove our souls together into one endless plight.

The depths of your eyes reflect back my own true face,
In them I see the man I long hoped to embrace.
No fear or lies could tear us from this space,
Where vulnerability binds us in an unbreakable lace.  

Adrift on this journey, together we weather the storms,
Side by side we withstand life's ruthless harms.
Through tumultuous seas, we cling to each other's arms,
Our ship stays the course, empowered by love's charms.

My heart freely gives what it has to impart,
I lay myself bare, holding nothing apart.
You see me, know me, right from the start,
Accepting my essence, my mind and my heart.

Your laugh chimes like bells on a cool autumn morn,
Warming my soul like the first rays of sun reborn.
In stillness or laughter, through night and through dawn,
With you I'm complete in a way never known.

The Autumn Saga: Thoughts on the Human Condition
and the Beauty Yet Unseen

The golden leaves drift down with silent grace,
A blazing coda to summer’s bright fugue.
Standing solitary, I marvel at nature’s place—
The way seasons give way, forever renewed.

What makes us cling to what we think we know?
The myriad hues of life exist beyond our grasp.
Like any artist, the earth cares not for man’s woe,
But creates, destroys, allows time’s hands to clasp.

As the cool wind stirs and branches creak overhead,
I ponder my small role in the grand scheme.
How fleeting our works, how swiftly our spirits shed!
Are we not leaves, soon to feed the earth’s rich gleam?

But deeper still, do our roots not burrow and twine
With human souls past and souls yet to bloom?
Is not our purpose to nourish the great vine
That winds through time, defeating death and doom?

Take heart that when your vibrant colors finally fade,
You’ll feed the soil for trees yet to be born.
The true beauty of life is not what we've made—
It’s the connections through people weathered and worn.

For no leaf stands alone, we all belong to the whole.
Take comfort, dear heart, this landscape remains our home.
Our worth lies not in feats or in fortune we’ve stole,
But in how we sustain those we may never know.

The Cycle

The flock of geese flies overhead,
Forming shifting patterns in the sky.
Their honks echo as southward they’re led—
Soon winter’s chill will reach its high.

The farmers reap their final yield,
And prep the soil for next spring’s seed.  
The world holds fast through tempest and gale,
Spinning on as if no change is agreed.

But in my heart I feel the pull,
That restless tug when seasons tilt and change.
In nature’s grasp, we’re subject to her lull—  
The push and pull of time’s endless range.

As sure as leaves will redden and fall,
The old must fade for the new to begin.  
Yet part of me resists this clarion call,
Clutching what I know, where I’ve always been.

But now I must release my grip,
Surrender to the cycle’s irresistible flow.
As one chapter closes, I lift my sails on another trip,
Trusting the winds of fate to steer me where I should go.

On The Banks of the River Time

I sit upon the mossy banks
Of the river we call Time,
Watching scenes drift by—
Some sorrowful, some sublime.

Faces long gone mirror back at me
From the shimmering dark waters.
Memories carried along in the current—
Laughter, heartbreak, lost sons and daughters.

New visions take form as mist on the surface,
Possibilities not yet explored.
Potential swirls just out of reach,  
Waiting to come ashore.

But I linger on the banks, unsure,
Peering in but never wading through.
Meanwhile the river keeps its course,
Regardless of my indecision. It always knew

That some choose to watch from afar,
While others jump in without pause.
But once you're part of the flow,
There's no way back, no way to rescind the laws
 
That say all things are swept downstream,
Toward some unseen destination.
We can’t know where the river will lead,
Only meet it with courage and determination.

So do I dare to take the leap, plunge in?
Or stay huddled on the banks, clutching what has been?  
Either way, Time's current continues its din,  
And the choice must be made again and again.

The Voyage of Self Discovery

Having ventured far out to sea,
I scan the wide horizon with an unflinching gaze.
No land within sight,
just open waves stretching endlessly for days.

Why did I embark without a map or plan?
No compass or rudder to guide me back home.
Perhaps it was pride, thinking I would understand
the mysteries of this great blue unknown.

Yet as the sun blazes then dips below the waters,
As the moon's glow lights my passage through the night,
I begin to find solace in nature's steadfast orders—
The reliable rising and setting of light.

Maybe drifting alone has its own rewards,
A chance to know yourself, what you're made of at last.
No longer confined by others' words,
Free to reflect on the future and revisit the past.

Bit by bit, the stars and I become well acquainted.
Through storms and clear sky, our relationship grows.
Together we travel with a bond cemented,
While the horizon ahead of me continues to glow.

Now I understand I don't need to reach land,
That the journey itself holds all I require.
I set my gaze forward and delight in my place—
A lone voyager, cradled by sea and stars' fire.




















   The poem is part of a full version found in the book “Homo Sapiens” Part Part I - XVIII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular “Homo Sapiens” book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the “Homo Sapiens” series, as well as other books by the same author.   So, don’t hesitate and get a copy today from one of the many online bookstores.   Khublei Shihajar Nguh,  (Dhanewad  )(Thank you )