Choitalyk Ruman's Corner

Category: English Poem

  • My Companion in Darkness

    When night feels heavy on my chest
    and the path ahead is hard to see,
    I whisper softly to the dark
    You are not empty… you hold Me.
    We wander through uncertain days,
    lost between fear and prayer,
    yet even here, in trembling moments,
    a Divine Companion stands near.
    In the silence, something stirs
    not noise, not flame, but light unseen.
    Sacred energies fall like breath,
    washing wounds we didn’t know were bleeding.
    The darkness is not distance now,
    not separation, not despair.
    It is a doorway gently opening
    to Love that’s always been there.
    And so I walk, not fearless; no
    but held, and never alone,
    with my Companion in the darkness
    guiding me gently home.

  • I Am a Dweller of the Earth

    – #Choitalyk Ruman

    I am a dweller of the Earth
    this blue planet is my first home,
    my earliest identity.
    We are born into different lands,
    speak different tongues,
    carry different cultures,
    yet we are all children of the same cosmic light,
    belonging to one eternal family.

    The soul is everlasting
    it carries no race,
    no color,
    no border.
    It knows no religion
    and wears no cultural garment.
    Its only identity is purity,
    a quiet glow that never dims.

    We are all bound by invisible threads,
    your smile lights something within me,
    my sorrow touches a door inside you.
    This unseen connection reminds us
    that human beings are never truly separate;
    we are reflections of one another,
    woven into the same tapestry of existence.

    The body is temporary
    it grows, changes, and one day
    returns to the earth that shaped it.
    But the soul travels on,
    moving beyond time and birth,
    flowing toward the endless horizon
    of divine truth.

    In the end, we are all travelers
    walking the same path toward light.
    Your identity, my identity
    beneath it all lies one simple truth:
    we belong to the same universe,
    we are children of the same eternal soul.

  • When November Whispers

    By Choitalyk Ruman

    Let November become your quiet teacher
    showing how to release with grace,
    how to let go of what has already lived its season,
    and open your palms to the gentle now.

    Let your pace soften.
    Let the hush between moments be enough.
    Discover how silence itself
    can become the soil where peace quietly blooms.

    May the days arrive wrapped in tender mercies,
    the flicker of a candle flame,
    the comfort of something warm in the oven,
    the soft percussion of rain upon the roof.

    Give thanks not only for what shines,
    but for what stays steady
    when the brilliance fades into dusk.

    As the earth folds inward,
    may you come to know stillness
    not as a finish line,
    but as the first breath
    of becoming whole again.

    Let November cradle you in its gentle arms,
    its calm drifting in
    like mist across morning meadows.

    Seek warmth not from sunlight,
    but from the corners and pauses
    that remind you of home.

    Let your hands find joy in simple offerings,
    a steaming cup between your fingers,
    a beloved page turning softly,
    the hush of golden leaves descending.

    Let breath find its rhythm.
    Let quiet strength reveal itself.
    Let beauty shimmer through every change.

    And when the daylight grows brief,
    may the glow turn inward,
    steady and luminous,
    like gratitude that never dims.

    #ChoitalykRuman #ummeymiah

  • The Swing of Seasons

    By Choitalyk Ruman

    The swing of seasons no longer makes me ponder,
    I’ve learned to read the glow of pearls, to truly wonder.

    Golden fire dances on the leaves, the breeze wears a muted smile,
    The weary sun drifts across the sky, resting quietly awhile.

    I walk along the paths of fallen leaves, time crunching beneath my feet,
    The heart whispers—let go of all accounts, just hear the wind’s soft beat.

    Dust has settled on old mistakes, yet a tender longing remains,
    Like fallen flowers, memories linger, scenting the air with gentle pains.

    No fear lingers now, seasons always come and go,
    New colors, new life, autumn’s chest still holds hope’s glow.

    Not the swing of seasons, but the play of light and shade I see,
    In the glow of pearls, I find life, subtle, yet full of glee.

    #ChoitalykRuman #ummeymiah

  • The Grapevine’s Song

    By #Choitalyk Ruman

    On a wide, bright garden wall,
    A grapevine climbs and stands tall.
    Its curly arms reach left and right,
    Holding on softly, with all its might.

    Bunches of grapes hang low and sweet,
    Purple and golden in the heat.
    Each one shines like morning sun,
    Full of juice for everyone.

    The leaves change colors through the year,
    Red and orange when fall comes near.
    Nature paints them one by one,
    With shadows cool and light from sun.

    Dear grapevine, wise and kind and old,
    Your gifts are stories softly told.
    From branch to bowl, from hand to heart,
    You share your sweetness like true art..

    #ChoitalykRuman;#ummeymiah

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  • The Path of Service

    By ChoitalykRuman

    When a soul turns toward the light of giving,
    the heart does not close, it opens,
    wide as the horizon,
    soft as dawn.

    Wounds once heavy with sorrow
    become rivers of wisdom,
    and scars turn into silent teachers,
    whispering compassion with every breath.

    Yes, an open heart is tender.
    It bleeds, it aches,
    it feels the world too deeply.
    But sensitivity is not weakness,
    it is the rare gift of seeing,
    of hearing the unspoken,
    of carrying light into the dark.

    Those who walk this sacred path
    are not perfect.
    They are simply lovers of love,
    choosing it again,
    and again,
    even when it costs them something.

    And every act of kindness,
    no matter how small,
    lifts the soul higher,
    closer to its true home,
    closer to the essence of Love itself.

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    #ChoitalykRuman, #UmmeyMiah 9/2025

  • Pause and Just Relax

    By ChoitalykRuman 2025

    Pause here awhile,
    beside the calm stream,
    where water keeps its secrets
    and silence cradles you tenderly.

    Your body loosens,
    and the restless mind grows light.
    Each thought, once heavy,
    slips away—
    like petals carried on a gentle current.

    The ripples soften,
    your worries dissolve.
    They sink, they vanish,
    until only stillness remains.

    Awareness stretches wide,
    like a sky without borders,
    opening into quiet vastness.

    With every breath,
    you unfold into ease—
    no urgency, no haste,
    only the rhythm of belonging.

    The world hums faintly around you,
    yet peace seeps into every cell,
    resting in hidden corners of your being.

    There is no doing here,
    no burden of effort—
    just the slow unfurling
    of what was always present.

    So breathe,
    and allow this moment
    to hold you gently.

    • ChoitalykRuman
    • #ummeymiah