Wounds That Wrote Wings …

By Sahil Pathan

Some roads unfold with no end in sight,

No destined shores, no promised light.

Yet steps are taken — bold and free,

Not to arrive, but just to be.

No hands to lift you? Be your own tide—

The moon too rises without a guide.

The weight of bills, a crushing tide,

Empty pockets, nowhere to hide.

The hunger claws, as shadows creep,

Hope fades away, swallowed by the deep.

This body feels the aches and stings,

At times, even walking can strain the beings.

Sometimes it burns with fever,

Or cold chills—like the night’s frozen tether.

Life is no fable of golden gates—

It’s the callus that carries weights.

Yet we stagger on, bruised and torn,

As every step feels like we're reborn.

The wound? Just a womb for lightning—

Watch how darkness births its own storm, brightening.

And when the road forgets your name,

Walk anyway—become your flame.

Not every path must lead somewhere;

Some teach us how to rise, to dare.

Let risk be the wind, your soul the kite,

And finds its truth in fearless night.

To walk, to stumble, yet still aspire,

To burn within, yet not retire.

For in becoming, we are whole,

And journeys shape the seeking soul.

Let the darkness be doomed by your spark,

Silence the fear; don’t let it bark.

Never say, "It happened to me",

Rise above feelings and just see.

True wisdom lies deep within you,

Rise above the dark, stormy clouds and see the blue.

Rise—even if your bones whisper ‘shatter’,

Bleed hope even if your soul gets scattered.

Where shadows coil like serpents, crawling around,

Pierce through the dark—let hope resound.

Be the spark that splits the ground !

Good days don't make you great;

Bad days teach you how to deal with threats.

Emotions flood and make you blind,

But never let them halt your grind.

Feel the strain,

Endure the pain.

Life isn’t a fairy tale;

It will drag you down to hell,

But survive for the cause,

For a great story to tell.

Doubt wears your face and mocks your will,

A quiet storm that won’t stay still.

With each sunrise, it may rise,

But your strength—an untamed fire—never dies.

Luck is just a phantom blaze,

Turn its ash into a fearless gaze.

So, stop telling yourself those rusty lies;

Failures sharpen your sight—turn trials into miles!

Time carves its lessons deep—

Each scar is a constellation you’ll one day keep.

For stitched in pain is heaven’s thread,

And wings of hope grow where you bled.

These wings weren’t made for easy skies—

They’re meant to tear through fear and rise.

So, rise—not for the world’s tired eyes,

But for the starlight forged in your spine,

And the universe whispers, ‘Now Shine.’

No permission asked—the stars align.

Remember, God is lovingly waiting to watch your first flight...

Dear soul, ignite—

STAND UP AND FIGHT!!!

By Sahil Pathan