The Diary Game | Random Photography | Short Poem | 06 - Dec -2025

Hello friends,

How are you all? I hope everyone is well. I am also well by the infinite mercy of Allah. Like every day, today I have come before you with a new post. Almost all kinds of incidents happen around us. The incidents are often instructive, painful, tragic, and inspiring. That is why today I have come with a story again. I hope you will enjoy reading my writing.

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Poem: The song of the blue bird touching the light

In the silent chest of the dense forest,
Suddenly, a strangely colored lotus flower flashed.

She stands on a branch,
A deep expectation hidden in the color.

The blue-green of her chest is like the song of deep water,
Which no one understands, yet it touches everyone in the unknown.

I have never seen a brighter dawn than the yellow wings,
As if the sun had left its light and decorated her with silent gems.

Small, thin feathers like blue flowers on her head,
Swaying in the distant light, like a soft path of illusion.

She looks with a strangely calm gaze,
As if she understands that happiness comes through the brilliance of color, breaking through all the noise of the world.

I wonder,
Does this little bird know how many words are hidden in her color?
How many distant songs of the wind are tied deep in her chest?

She silently clutches the branch,
but her eyes are filled with the awakening of life.

From the darkness behind her,
a line of light comes and falls on her head,
as if nature is saying,
This is the true light...
The light that never hides its color.

The play of colors on her body,
as if to explain to her that
life is not just about living,
but also about the immense responsibility of lighting oneself up in one's own way.

The blue of her chest is like peace,
the green is hope, the yellow is excitement,
and her small blue flowers are like the raw breath of love.

She does not move her wings,
yet it seems that she is flying in the inner sky,
where there is no fear, no hesitation,
just a strange language of living as oneself.

I look at it,
I want to touch its inner light silently,
As if it is teaching me
Don't hide yourself,
Your color is what keeps you alive.

The bird's eyes shine like soft songs,
Which penetrate deep into the heart and make the window of peace open.

I understand,
Its colors are not just beauty,
It is a kind of courage that tells us,
Even after all the pain, people can fill it with new colors again.

When the wind gently touches its body,
The bird's small feathers tremble lightly as if smiling,
As if saying,
Like me, let your light be free, No matter how difficult life is, stay steadfast with your color.

When the soft light enters the forest and makes it brighter,
I say to myself,
There is beauty in this world,
As long as such small birds also live as lights of courage.

Hidden within its color are a thousand dreams,
a thousand pains,
a thousand days of struggle,
but it stands the same,
colorful, calm, brave, as if to say,
Even after darkness, morning is born.

Looking at that color, I understand,
Love never wants words,
just a little light, a little faith,
a little truth, the courage to live as itself.

This bird standing on the branch like this,
teaches me with its colors,
Don't think of yourself as small, you also have light inside you,
which will force the whole world to look at it one day.

Thank you all for taking the time to read the post. Thank You all for Your. Love to Everyone.

[My identity:]

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