Choitalyk Ruman's Corner

Category: Mystic Poetry

  • A Season of Return

    By Choitalyk Ruman


    Perhaps these darker days and lengthening nights
    are not here to burden you,
    but to gently call you inward.


    A sacred invitation to retreat,
    to rest beneath the hush of the world,
    to loosen your grip and finally exhale.


    They whisper: step away now.
    Leave the noise, the stories, the dramas
    that have tugged at your spirit.
    Breathe,


    You have been holding the threads together
    through all the turning months,
    carrying more than anyone ever knew.
    You are here now,
    standing close to the threshold.
    Before you cross into the unknown
    of a newborn year,
    pause at this quiet gate.
    Sit with yourself.


    Let your soul catch up with your steps.
    This year will never circle back again.
    Its moments have already folded into eternity.


    You rushed through some of them,
    survived others,
    and grew in ways you may not yet see.
    So linger here a little longer.
    Listen to what this year taught you


    in silence, in loss, in grace.
    Another year is already breathing toward you,
    carrying its own lessons, its own veils and unveilings.
    But for now, remain here
    in this sacred pause.


    Honor every tear, every prayer,
    every mountain you climbed while trembling.
    Celebrate yourself quietly.
    Not with noise, but with reverence.
    Savor the memories etched into your becoming,
    the strength you discovered when you thought you had none.


    Bless yourself for enduring, for awakening,
    for making it through another cycle of becoming.
    You are still here.
    And that, too, is holy.

    12/30/2023, #UmmeyMiah #ChoitalykRuman

  • 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.

  • One World , My Philosophy

    • Choitalyk Ruman

    See yourself in every pair of eyes that meet yours.
    Find your own light shining in another’s smile.
    When someone cries, even oceans away,
    their tears echo softly in your heart —
    for all rivers eventually return to the same sea.

    Every family is part of your family.
    Their prayers carry your name in silence,
    their laughter holds a warmth that belongs to you too.
    When a mother weeps for her distant child,
    that love is the same love that once held you close.

    Every street, every city, every breath of wind —
    they are all connected to your own heartbeat.
    As you walk, the earth walks with you;
    life awakens in your gaze,
    and your gentle touch can calm a weary day.

    The borders we draw are only lines on maps,
    but the heart knows no such divisions.
    In truth, we are one —
    burned by the same sun,
    bathed in the same moonlight,
    dreaming under the same sky.

    Languages may differ, cultures may change,
    but the language of the heart is always love.
    Love is the truest faith,
    and compassion, its purest prayer.

    So see this world as your home.
    Hear your own breath in the rustle of leaves,
    your song in the voice of the river,
    your freedom in the wings of a bird in flight.

    This world belongs to you,
    and you belong to this world.
    Do not see others as separate,
    for we are all born from the same light —
    and we are all returning to that same light again.

    – One World
    (My philosophy — a path of love, unity, and compassion.)

    ##ChoitalykRuman ##ummeymiah

  • When the Soul Remembers

    By Choitalyk Ruman

    It is no wonder my heart aches for You
    every breath remembers its Source.
    I am but a drop longing for the ocean,
    a spark yearning for the Flame
    from which it was born.

    Your mercy is the air I breathe,
    Your light, the warmth that wakes me.
    I wander the world searching for meaning,
    only to find You waiting
    in every heartbeat of stillness.

    But what leaves me trembling in awe
    is not my love for You
    for love is all I know
    it is Your gaze upon me,
    You, the Infinite Majesty,
    stooping to touch a soul made of dust.

    How can the moon notice the shadow?
    How can eternity embrace the fleeting?
    Yet You do
    and in that impossible love
    my soul finds its home,
    its purpose,
    its peace.

    #UmmeyMiah #ChoitalykRuman

  • Courtyard of Light

    By ChoitalykRuman

    In the deep courtyard of meditation,
    I suddenly glimpsed a vision
    No sky, no earth,
    Only light and a gentle pull.

    A tender force, like a mother’s embrace,
    wrapped around my heart;
    I was then a child,
    floating in a blend of laughter and tears.

    Some might call it a dream,
    Some might call it imagination
    But to me, it was
    The touch of the Beloved.

    I whispered to that light
    “Keep me close,
    Let all my paths lead to You.”

    ##ChoitalykRuman; ##ummeymiah

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  • To My Beloved Son

    By Ummey R.Miah

    In the garden of the Eternal, you blossomed
    A sacred trust, a soul of light.
    Breathed into being by the Beloved’s grace,
    You shine with radiance upon your face.

    O Rohan, child of my heart, yet not mine to own,
    You are heaven’s jewel, more rare than gold.
    A single drop from the Infinite Sea,
    Dancing for a while on this path with me.

    Like the reed that Rumi wept for, once torn,
    Your spirit remembers the Source it was born.
    And I, a humble traveler through time,
    Am blessed to walk with your steps in rhyme.

    Your laughter carries the Song of the spheres,
    Your tears unveil where love draws me near.
    In every breath we share together,
    I glimpse the Divine in subtle weather.

    May your soul find the Beloved in all things,
    May Love be the wind beneath your wings.
    May your heart remain a sanctuary clear,
    Where Truth and Peace forever appear.

    You are the answer to my silent prayer,
    A mirror revealing God everywhere.
    Not mine by possession, but heaven’s sending,
    Two souls entwined, toward the One ascending.

    ##ChoitalykRuman:#ummeymiah

  • The Sharpest Wound

    By Choitalyk Ruman

    The sharpest wound is not of flesh and bone,
    But of a trusted soul that slips away.
    Betrayal
    It shakes the roots of the heart,
    A pain no tears can measure.
    It echoes beyond the body, beyond emotion,
    A silent earthquake beneath the spirit.

    But listen,
    Even in the trembling,
    Your breath still rises, your heart still sings.
    You are alive.
    And life itself is God’s hand upon your chest,
    Whispering: “Stay. There is more for you.”

    So pause.
    Gather your scattered light.
    Name the miracles within you:
    Your kindness, your strength, your laughter,
    The quiet ways you’ve healed others,
    Even while bleeding yourself.

    Forgive yourself for trusting,
    For loving deeply.
    These are not weaknesses,
    But sacred proof your soul is pure.

    Let the past be a river.
    Stand on the bank,
    And watch it flow away.
    Do not chase it.

    Instead, move.
    Stretch your body like dawn unfolding,
    Walk beneath the sky until your spirit breathes again.
    Pray until your tears turn into gold.

    For every betrayal is not just an ending,
    But an initiation.
    A call to rise higher,
    To return not hardened,
    But holier.

    #ChoitalykRuman #ummeymiah 9/26/2025

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