Poem of the week Whisper Of The River By Adnan RJ

Poem of the week Whisper Of The River By Adnan RJ



Whispers of the River

The echoes of old days still whisper

In the river’s flow in the cold wind’s touch

Like words once written on paper

Scattered now in the winds of time.

The verses I wove with weary hands

Companions of my solitude

Lights of my darkest nights

Hopes of my aimless days.

These poems, these words

These fragments of broken dreams

Captured in ink yet failing to heal

The restless ache within my soul.

But oh if only I could let it all go

Burn these pages, erase these lines

If in return I could have those moments back

Those stolen glimpses of another life.

If only I could walk once more

To where the river calls my name

Where every stone every ripple every drop

Whispered secrets to my heart.

Where the colors of dusk painted the sky

Reflections shimmering on the flowing canvas

Telling silent tales of fleeting time

Of all that was and all that’s lost.

Where fish danced in the shimmering waters

And I stood still in quiet wonder

Watching their playful golden arcs

Like magic unfolding before my eyes.

The rod firm in my grasp

My heart in sync with the river’s pulse

Beating to the rhythm of waves

As if it too longed to be free.

But now my hands tremble

My feet falter on unsteady ground

And the waters that once knew my steps

No longer wait for my return.

How many times have I dreamed

That I am back again

That my feet touch the water’s edge

That the old thrill runs through my veins?

But truth wakes me from my sleep

With feeble hands and weary bones

Reminding me that those days have passed

That time has sealed those moments away.

Yet still, I scold myself

A voice within me cries

"Oh, fool! Why do you dream?

Why do you hope for what is gone"

The past like a river has flowed on

Its waves have carried away

The laughter the leaps the quiet evenings

Now only shadows on memory’s shore.

But if fate were kind

If miracles were real

If I could stand once more

Beside the water’s edge

Perhaps I would break the rod

Let the little speckled fish swim free

No longer seeking to claim them

Only watching their effortless grace.

For they understand

What I have long forgotten

How to move with the current

How to dance with the waves

How to let life carry them forward.

And then perhaps I would dive

Not for the fish but for the river’s treasure

Beneath the surface where light bends and shimmers

Where hidden gems lie in silent wait.

My hand would reach down

My fingers brushing smoothened stones

And in a fleeting moment

I would grasp something rare and unseen.

Not just a rock not just a jewel

But a fragment of a long lost dream

Something I had sought for years

Yet never truly touched.

Perhaps it would be sapphire

Perhaps a deep emerald’s glow

Or maybe, just a trick of the water

A beauty forever beyond reach.

I know now

Some things are meant to stay dreams

Some things slip through our grasp

No matter how tightly we hold on.

The river will keep flowing

The fish will keep dancing

The sky will change its hues

But I will remain still

Trapped in my own echoes

Bound to my own memories.

Perhaps that is life

We cherish most what we have lost

And what remains in our hands

Often feels ordinary unremarkable.

The river still whispers

But it no longer calls my name.

It sings only to the wind

It moves only for the sky.

And I stand silent

Listening to its endless song

Knowing now at last

That life flows on

With or without me.