indomitableness

An ode to the desert trees of Bahrain. 

In the parched realms, it seldom rains,

Life is sparse,  yet the hardiest reins,

In those barren lands to nature’s dare,

Trees stand resolute but few and rare.

Adversities turn to occasion for brilliance, 

Not soil sweet, strong winds built resilience,

In the arid silence, their roots entwine, 

With each storm, their strengths redefine.

Twisted but resolved,  the sentinels of hope,

Throughout time, they persist, they cope,

Silhouetted, against the expanse of sand,

testament to the enduring spirit of this land.

That old boat

Reposting this for Friday Writings #216: Just Dance

This isn't a post about a formal dance, but rather an observation of the movement, timing, and grace required for the greatest performance of all—life.

I noticed this boat during a quiet moment on my way home from work. Seeing it in that state, I felt a wave of emotion—a sudden, grounding reminder of the constant dance of life.

The Old Boat

Towering waves, I twirled with grace, 

Fierce storms, momentary embrace,

Sang to the gulls, melodies carefree, 

Flirted with the fishes silver and glee.

To wind’s might, my sails aligned,

Salt and Sun in  journey intertwined,

Forces then I braved, as a child’s play,

Those memories now softly sway.

Old and abandoned is today’s reality,

Time is relentless in its truth or cruelty, 

To kings and paupers, its march unkind, 

In its silent hands, all destinies entwined.