A POEM: TOO WEAK A EYES   Smiling like a new born baby, Hiding layers of pain and regrets, Shining like peeled onions, maybe, All that life holds are more than just nuggets.     Born in a troubled world wasn't enough, Also born in a troubled home, that made it worse, His heart wasn't made to be that tough, Could everything wrong become a dead horse?     Each day with each challenge,  Making a mad man the more mad, Could the tears make a change? Or do we live and leave our lives to fates pad?     His heart wasn't made to be that tough, The retardation he faces is enough for a depression, His mind is too weak to process what is rough, Can The Alpha and Omega, please show compassion?     The mountain is too high to continue the journey, The rocks too weak to break the ice, He has cried and cried for life to be sunny, Sorrow of heart has given him too weak a eye s.   ©DCIAN. #Philosophicpoet.

**In the Pool of Our Blood**     We wove nets with shallow teachings,   Rode the backs of dolphins—then called them "bad."   The hand that reached to rescue us, we deemed deceiving,   For they only preached what made us sad.     They made us naïve and fearful,   Then turned to scorn our frailty.   They forged Achilles' heels for us to wear,   Yet weep at their own cruelty.     *"Oh, what a wretched generation!"*   Yet they wove the nests where ruin grew.   They birthed monsters from their twisted notions,   Then shattered their own walls, lost in the wreckage, too.     *"No one fears God anymore,"* they say,   But their pious hearts refuse to see—   They cut themselves, and in the pool of their own blood,   They wonder why the world is as broken as can be.     #Philosophicpoet   ©DCIAN

*A POEM: *From Here to the Moon and Back**     I have measured the distance in heartbeats, not miles,   A journey of longing stretched over the skies.   With hands outstretched past gravity’s hold,   I send you my love in whispers untold.     The moon leans close to gather my sighs,   Silver-lit letters that drift through the night.   It cradles my promise in soft lunar light,   Then sends it back home on the wings of the tide.     From here to the moon and back, I swear,   Not even the void could silence my care.   Time may unravel, the stars may decay,   But love like this never drifts far away.     So whether my voice is near or it's waning,   Whether I'm standing or softly refraining,   Know that the orbit always aligns—   Your heart in mine, forever entwined.   #Philosophicpoet. #DCIAN.