“The Lantern I Carry: Verses of Curiosity”

“The Lantern I Carry: Verses of Curiosity”

What am I curious about, you ask?
Not just the sun, nor just the mask.
But all that hides behind the veil,
The silent wind, the untold tale.

I wonder how the shadows feel,
When moonlight’s kiss begins to heal.
What murmurs dwell in mossy stone,
What dreams the twilight holds alone.

Do rivers hum their childhood songs,
While rushing bold through rights and wrongs?
Does jasmine sigh before it blooms,
In fragrant notes through dusk-filled rooms?

What paints the pause ‘twixt joy and ache,
Where the stars in the slumber gently wake?
Do fallen leaves, before they rest,
Whisper regrets upon Earth’s chest?

I’m drawn to tales in tongues unknown,
To thoughts in seeds not yet full-grown.
To every book I’ve not yet read,
To poems time has never said.

I do not seek to tame or bind,
But to unchain the sleeping mind —
To touch the face of mystery,
Through soft-lit paths of reverie.

I crave the truth behind a smile,
The silence stretched across a mile.
Do echoes cry when not returned?
Are sacred fires by doubt still burned?

Is God a voice or just a breeze?
A sacred hush among the trees?
Do prayers take shape like falling snow,
Or drift in realms we’ll never know?

I do not seek a throne of facts,
But the embrace the question lacks.
A child, I sit beneath the sky,
Not asking “how?” but simply “why?”

Let not the world grow dull or still,
When wonder calls from every hill.
The soul is vast, the heart is wide,
There’s magic where the questions hide.

And so I walk — not just to see,
But to become what I shall be.
A seeker with no need to own,
Just cradling stars that are unknown.

“The lantern I carry,” I said,
“Is not to chase the night away,
But just to dance in twilight’s hue —
And let the questions journey through.”