Jasmine Winds and Forgotten Ways

We’ve grown so old, so tired, so fast,
The present’s loud, but built on past.
We seldom pause, we barely feel,
Our hearts now numb, too slow to heal.

What does it mean to touch the ground?
To leave the noise, the screen, the sound?
To feel the grass beneath our feet,
To let our soul and stillness meet.

It means to stop the daily race,
To greet the wind, the sun’s embrace.
To trade our clocks for skies so wide,
And sit with silence at our side.

I often dream of years long gone,
Of lives once lived from dusk to dawn.
Before the glow of pixel light,
When stars, not phones, lit up the night.

I’ve heard of something calm and grand,
A sacred space, a promised land.
They called it Sehan pure and wide,
A courtyard with the sky inside.

Its walls would wrap the home with grace,
A wooden bed in central place.
Where elders lay with wisdom deep,
While children danced and dared not weep.

The breeze would hum through jasmine air,
As stories rose like whispered prayer.
No phones, no pings, just faces near,
And every voice was kind and clear.

Respect was soft, not forced or loud,
It bloomed beneath the roofless shroud.
Time there would stroll, not rush or flee,
Each hour held in memory.

But we were born in walls too tight,
Where hearts are dimmed by neon light.
The Sehan’s gone, its roots are torn,
Yet still my soul feels something mourn.

For though I never saw its grace,
I feel its ache within this place.
A longing deep, a whispered call,
For simple love, for space, for all.

So let us rise from concrete dreams,
And seek the skies, the sun, the streams.
Let grass once more beneath us grow,
Let winds remind us all we know.

For we are not just wires and steel,
We’re roots and rivers, we need to feel.
To walk with trees, to breathe in deep,
To wake the parts we’ve left asleep.

The Sehan lives where hearts return,
Where stillness waits, where embers burn.
So pause the scroll, step out the door,
There’s more to life, we once had more.

Let nature be your quiet guide,
A world of peace, not just a ride.
And in that hush, you just might find,
A softer soul, a clearer mind.

Huzaifa Naveed