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Signed by Time

Ignatious Antony / 4 January 2026

Signed by Time – A poem written by Ignatious Antony on the theme of , growing older is not about losing anything important. It is about carrying proof that life was truly lived. Every line, every change, quietly shows the work of time and the strength of the journey. What seems to fade is only the outer surface, while meaning settles deeper within. The body becomes a gentle record, saying without words that the soul walked its path with patience, honesty, and courage—and reached this point whole.

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The Chair Before the Door

Ignatious Antony / 3 January 2026

The Chair Before the Door A chair left facing the doorkeeps expecting a shadow,like a cup holding warmthlong after the tea is gone.The room breathes slowly around it,walls listening like old relatives.Dust settles the way memories do,soft, unquestioned, and faithful.The door stands upright, like a paused sentence,each hinge remembering a hand.Time moves past the chair

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“One Complete Year”

Ignatious Antony / 3 January 2026

“One Complete Year” The carpenter came seeking a chair,a place for a crown to rest,but the forest breathed like an ashram at dawnand offered him a life instead. Among many trees standing in silent prayer,their trunks dark with prayer,he chose the oldest teak,Aged like a rishi who had watchedmany suns rise and fallWithout asking their

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The Tree That Asked for Spring

Ignatious Antony / 3 January 2026

The Tree That Asked for Spring: The carpenter did not cut the tree at once; instead, he lent it time, and the tree learned to live its entire life in a single year, like a book finally read with attention. When the axe was ready, there was no grief left—only gratitude, as wood that had known every season offered itself without regret.

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The River Watching the Bank

Ignatious Antony / 1 January 2026

The River Watching the Bank Life is not counted in years, but in moments that turn and see us,Like a lamp in a shrine aware of the one who bows. Time does not march; it settles like dew on a lotus leaf,Bright for a breath, then slipping away without regret. Some days vanish like footprints at the

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Honey In The Eyes

Ignatious Antony / 1 January 2026

Honey in the Eyes I find the world the way a lamp finds oil – by looking.My eyes are bees; they return only with honey. What I speak is not the earth, but the mirror inside me.Words rise like birds from the weather of my seeing. The world holds thorns and roses on the same stem.I walk

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Happy New Year: Where We Return

Ignatious Antony / 1 January 2026

Happy New Year: Where We Return What we name a beginning opens like a closing door.An ending bends back, like a road meeting its shadow.The last step rests where the first footprint waits.Ash cools into soil, as fire learns to sow. A river leaves the sea only to wear its face again.Night folds the day like

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A Whisper, From a Mother

Ignatious Antony / 30 December 2025

A Whisper, From a Mother I did not expect the night to feel like this.So cold.So quiet. As if the world had stopped breathingthe moment my body betrayed me. The wind moves through the trees above me,And their branches bend and sway,Like they know somethingI am afraid to say aloud. I stand alone,looking up at

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The Road Within

Ignatious Antony / 30 December 2025

The Road Within Some journeys happen without moving feet,Like incense climbing while the shrine stands still;The lamp travels far where shadows meet,By holding flame, obedient to will. The mind begins its road when noise grows thin,It walks through thought the way night walks through breath;Old walls dissolve, new inner skies begin,And habits loosen their long

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Hope

Ignatious Antony / 30 December 2025

hope Hope is an oil lamp cupped in wavering palms,Its wick steady though the monsoon tests the flame.It calls like a cuckoo in rain-dark fields,Singing without waiting for the moon. It moves ahead like jasmine before the flower opens,Trusting fragrance long before the white appears.When time pauses between one breath and the next,And the world

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