This poem is a celebration of hobbies and the creative spirit.
Through the simple act of painting, it explores how artistic expression
nourishes the soul, brings inner peace, and reveals the beauty in everyday life.
A gentle reminder that our passions reflect who we truly are.

Brushstrokes of Peace

In quiet days that softly shine,
Retirement gave this heart its time.
No rush, no race, just space to be,
Where silence hums in harmony.

A hobby is not a pastime small.
It is the whisper that holds us all—
A sacred space where time stands still,
And life flows gently to its will.

When colors bloom upon the sheet,
My heart and canvas gently meet.
A silent song, a tender prayer,
Each stroke reveals a story there.

No crowd to cheer, no prize to gain,
Just quiet joy beyond all pain.
A world of color, calm and free,
Creation’s gift is enough for me.

Brush in hand, my worries fade,
In strokes of light, my peace is made.
The canvas listens, still and true,
And paints my spirit in brighter hue.

Through line and shade, I learn to see
The grace within simplicity—
The sunlight’s play, the shadow’s art,
Each flicker stirs a grateful heart.

So find your hobby, near or far,
It shows you truly who you are.
Not just what daily deeds pursue—
But how the soul sings, ever new.

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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