Category: Poems

Gunnen

Love asks for nothing …
In silence, strength grows within
Heart vast, yet unseen

Tell me about your favourite story

A person’s capacity for love and emotional depth is immense, but it may not be outwardly visible or recognized by others. But someone can hold deep feelings and a profound emotional state within themselves, even if those feelings are not acknowledged or reciprocated. There’s strength and richness of such unexpressed emotions and it only deepens quietly over time …

What do you think?

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Gunnen/ ductch
(n.) to find happiness in someone else’s happiness because that’s how much you love them …

Universe Between Us

I wanted to talk with you
To tell you everything, and my life
What happens in a day …
Only it fills my heart with joy
To share all that I hold inside …

I don’t share much with others,
It’s only you who stirs this feeling

I wanted to talk with you
To know you as well
To ask how your days go by,
What happens in your world?
What books do you read?
What movie do you love to watch?
What dress do you wear when you run in the morning?
What food do you eat?
How do you sleep?
Do you snore?
Do you like your job, or do you dream of another life? Do you love flowers? Do you love fruits? – I do
But I don’t know anything about you …

But I wanted to know
Do you prefer yellow or white?
Do you sneeze in the dust,
Or catch colds often? Just like me!
Do you breathe in the stillness of nature,
Or find peace in the city’s noise? – Oh, no!

I love nature, you know?
I’m a child of the earth, through and through
I wanted to share this with you
And so much more – quite vulnerable, right?

But you see, I don’t share much with others
It’s only you who draws this from me
But you wouldn’t believe me, would you?
It pains me to be this honest
But it’s alright, I suppose
How could you believe me
When you hardly know me
And I haven’t truly known you either?

Isn’t it a tragedy of the universe
That if it understood the misery
Of your absence from my life
It might never have placed us
On separate lands?

And how can we ever know one another like this?
Still, I wanted to share my whole universe with you
Do you ever want the same? Or you want the universe between us?

Poo Avizhum Pozhudhil

Do I look like a South Indian in any way? A long time ago, when I was in university, some Indian classmates mentioned that I had the features of a South Indian woman. Sometimes I used to wear sarees back then, and maybe that added to the perception. I’m not entirely sure what specific features they were referring to, but I do know that sarees are one of my favourite attires, I feel so liberated when I wear one and as it’s said ‘The saree’s grace, like the South Indian woman’s poise, flows in waves, boundless, timeless.” – I feel like draped in six yards of pure elegance

Now, to my WordPress Indian friends, what do you think? Do I resemble someone from South India?

In any case, I so much love South Indian food, such as, Masala dosa, Sambar, Upma etc, and recently I’ve fallen in love with a South Indian song, listening to it repeatedly, specially during my walks. There’s something about certain songs that feels addictive. I don’t understand the language, and I haven’t tried to find the meaning either. But the melody, the voice, the music, it’s captivating. The song is in Tamil, called ‘Poo Avizhum Pozhudhil.’

I’m not going to search for the meaning myself; instead, I’d love it if any of my Indian, South Indian, or Tamil-speaking friends could share the meaning with me. Here are the lyrics –

Poo Avizhum Pozhudhil in Enakkul Oruvan

Poo Avizhum Pozhudhil

Singer : Pradeep Kumar
Music by : Santhosh Narayanan

Poo avizhum pozhudhil
Orr aayiram kanaa
Orr kanavin vazhiyil
Adhae nila

Paal sirippaal
Oli poo thelithaal
Dhegam megam aagum
Orr nilaiyae
Megam koodum neram
Poo mazhaiyae

En moochu kuzhalilae
Un paadal thavazhudhae
Undaana isaiyilae
Ul nenjam nanaiyudhae

Vaan veli meedhae
Venmathi thondrum
Aanveli melae
Aval udhithaalae

Ven siragetraal
En viral korthaal
Kangalai maraithae
Kanavukkul izhuthaal

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Another question 🙋‍♀️
Have you ever loved a song so much that it made you want to learn the language? That’s what happened to me with this song ♥️ Do you wish to share your any such favourite song with me?

Thank you for your time, kindness and precious presence in my life!

It’s Hyde Park. I took a walk there yesterday, and for the first time, I walked for miles in a saree, it felt quite refreshing. The weather was a mix of light sunshine, clouds, and occasional rain, but it only added to the charm of the park in the fall. I was glad to be there, soaking in the atmosphere and enjoying every moment, ‘My Happy Me Time’
♥️♥️

An Invisible Ache

Life’s a symphony
With colors that dance and winds that hum
And you, a note that never fades ….

Forgetting you
Is like trying to recall the shape of wind
An invisible ache that lingers –
What part of me will you leave behind?

Sana’s LittlePainting at ‘The Regent’s Park’, one of the Royal Parks of London

Sometimes it happens in life that despite the effort to forget someone, their impact has left a lasting imprint on our mind and certain relationships or memories change us, leaving behind a part of the person in our thoughts, emotions, or identity, even after they’re gone

What do you think?

Song of Solitude

Progress is still progress
No matter the pace
The road is tough
Filled with moments of doubt …
But growth begins in the smallest ways,
Needing time and tender care
Yes, surely!

When it feels slow, remember
Quitting won’t help
Nah nah, never!
Stay steady, sweet child
Appreciate where you are
For you’ve learned, and you’ve grown
Believe in the power of small beginnings;
Don’t fret about reaching the big things …

Collect the fragments of this world
Hear the joy of distant voices carried on the breeze
Drift and dive, and
Be foolish in your whims
But don’t you worry, beautiful soul
Stand tall, content in who you are ….

Sana singing

Yesterday, once again, I set out on a solo adventure, walking extensively and embracing the challenge of a marathon for myself. I loved it, without a doubt

Stepping off the London Underground into the vibrant heart of Paddington, I wandered through an area where historic charm dances with modern development, lively streets, and iconic architecture. Inside the bustling Paddington Train Station, alive with its constant hum of activity, I felt the energy swirling around me; it was contagious. Now, whether my energy fuels the station or the station fuels me, that’s the question

After that, I stepped outside, clutching my Google map like a compass, ready to chart my course through the bustling streets. I set my sights on the serene beauty of the Italian Gardens and the expansive embrace of Kensington Gardens.

And so, my journey began.

The air was sharp with a biting wind, the sky heavy with clouds. Yet, I discovered a certain beauty in the way the dry leaves twirled like dancers in the swirling wind, crafting their own brittle symphony beneath my feet. I wandered for miles, from the elegance of the Italian Gardens to the heart of Kensington, eventually finding myself standing by the Round Pond. There, I felt urge to paint something, anything, and I scattered color across my blank cold-pressed watercolor paper, watching as the hues bled and merged into mesmerizing patterns. It was a sight that captivated the mind, the way the colors flowed like thoughts unfolding. As Picasso once said, ‘Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.’ I felt that childlike joy, watching the colors breathe life into the paper. I always do feel like this

As the day slipped into dusk, swans paused in their graceful drifting, while the water, stirred by the wind, shivered with restless ripples, in this vast space, tinged with a hint of melancholy, my thoughts turned to success. I realized that success means something different to everyone. For me, it’s simply being present in this moment. Others may reach for the world, always consciously in race for this or that, I find no desire for that. Thoreau wisely noted, ‘What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us.’ My contentment springs not from possessions but from the quiet joy of simply existing now and here

This journey is beautiful
Don’t you think so?

এই পৃথিবীর গান

I’ve been listening to this song for the past two days, and it has become my faithful walking companion. It’s a Bangla song. I adore its tune, lyrics, and gentle melody. This is one of the Bangla songs I listen to on repeat, filled with a deep affection that resonates within me. As I planned to paint by the pond, I envisioned singing this song while creating my artwork. So, I jotted down the lyrics in my little notebook and then sang the song aloud. I know my handwriting is charming, I love it ☺️ and I sing beautifully for my soul too! Do you love it?

Thank you for appreciating it! 

I just wish you find the success that you want from life, and I pray for your good health, happiness, and joy as you travel in your life. Be happy always

I♥️

What Do You Reach for Then

Umbrella for the rain,
A shield against what falls
Sunglasses for the trend,
A gesture of fitting in

But when the storm is within,
What do you reach for then?

#roksanatales

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Someone once called me a poet, and I loved that. Being a poet feels like holding up a mirror to my thoughts, as if no other umbrella could shield me. I know I might bore others with this at times, but what can I do? I am who I am. If you love me, you must love my poetic voice, or not love me at all. If that sounds dramatic, so be it

For me, the act of creating is what truly matters. It’s the deepest part of who I am

Do you love me? Or not? Tell me

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The picture was taken in front of South Kensington Station, London on 22nd September. It was kind of a solo-explorer day. I went to visit Natural History Museum and the Kensington Gardens.

How

How do you shatter my heart like fragile glass, while your calm presence remains unshaken? How can you stay serene amidst the fragments you’ve left behind?

How do you drown my soul like a sinking ship,
while you sail smoothly on calm waters?
How can you drift so peacefully, leaving me lost beneath the waves?

#roksanatales

How is it that some people remain so calm, while the other person feels every possible emotion so deeply?

Which of these two categories do you fall into?

Quiet Peace

An evening walk, the air softly warm
Bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight …
Each step feels weightless, the world at ease
Do you ever feel such quiet peace?

Chigwell, London

One question: Have you ever been in a situation where you can’t stop thinking about someone, even though you know there’s little chance of ever meeting them? Has that ever happened to you?

I love asking questions!
And someone might respond, ‘And, I love not answering them…’

Hmm 😊

Let Me Have a Friend

Let me have a friend
Like a mirror reflecting my true self
Without hesitation or pretense …

Let me have a friend
Who understands my sorrow
As the ocean comprehends each wave’s crest and fall …

Let me have a friend
With whom I can journey to the stars and back
In a bond as deep as the sea …

Let me have a friend
Like a lighthouse guiding ships through turbulent seas
And offering calm and strength in every storm

Let me have a friend
Who grasps my every need
Like a gardener tending to each unique flower

Let me have a friend
Not merely a cherry blossom’s fleeting bloom
But a steadfast bamboo, bending yet unbroken 

Let me have a friend
Like a serene rock in a Zen garden
Grounded and unwavering, amidst all change 

Let me have a friend
Like a forest that shelters and steadies
Providing refuge and resilience through the fiercest winds …

Let me have a friend
Like a tranquil meditation that clears the mind
Guiding me with peace and clarity through life’s ups and downs …

Let me have a friend
To whom I am never just a fleeting shadow or afterthought …

Let me have a friend
To whom my heart can freely speak
Finding solace and understanding as naturally as a river finds its course …

Let me have a friend
To whom I can confide
A patient listener whose presence is a quiet sanctuary
Where my words find a refuge and my thoughts are truly heard …

Let me have a friend
Who will embrace me without judgment
As a canvas welcomes every brushstroke without critique …

Let me have a friend
As a flame nurtured by kindling eventually warms the whole hearth …

Let me have a friend
To whom I can share my deepest secrets …

And lastly,

Let me have a bosom friend
Who says, “Let’s embrace the day,”
And never utters “Goodbye” to me …

#roksanatales

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I’ve been in London for over 22 days now. A few old school friends live here and reached out to me. At first, I was caught up in other things, but after two weeks, I’ve finally settled into a slower rhythm of life. Since I live in a peaceful, almost countryside area, I don’t feel the pull to venture into the city often. My friends would like me to come out, reconnect, and spend time wandering the city, but here’s the truth: I can’t seem to muster the interest …

It might seem harsh, but that’s just how I am. I know them well, and their materialistic nature makes me feel stifled. While I’d rather talk about nature, travel, art, books, poetry, love, philosophy, human nature, yoga, meditation, and similar topics, they tend to focus on things I do not know about or I don’t seem to internalise them. So, I keep my distance from most of the so-called friends …

Many might assume I’m extroverted, but to their surprise, I’m deeply introverted. So much so that they haven’t even realized how I navigate social interactions. A friend gave me her contact number, but I felt so down that I didn’t want to reach out. I worried that talking to her might be overwhelming, and I wasn’t sure what we’d discuss or if it would make me anxious. So I’m just taking time. I’m not sure if this is a problem on just how I am, but it’s been the way it is so far, and honestly though, I never want to upset or disappoint them, but for my own set of mind, I often find myself retreating and taking space …

I didn’t reach out to them when I arrived because I wanted some distance, to just be away for a while. Now that they’ve found out I’m here and have been asking to meet up since last week, I feel like retreating even more, like hiding away to avoid the gathering. Some days, meeting people feels exhausting, and I find myself constantly seeking excuses to evade it. These are those kinds of days …

Moreover I often feel drained by the idea of one-on-one interactions with just anyone, even that’s a friend for name’s sake. There I may start to overthink: What will we talk about? How will the time pass? All of these worries pile up, leaving me reluctant to engage. In group settings, it’s easier- there I don’t feel the same pressure to carry the conversation. (Do you ever feel this way?) They can do that within themselves and I can be just a listener. But then meeting just one person feels like a task I need energy for, which I often don’t have … and I can only give that precious time and energy only to my bestie, and my special one … not to anyone else!

Even with old school or work friends, I need to feel an inner pull, a desire, to meet them. I’m more than willing to be there when they need me, but when it comes to my own connections, I’m very selective. I only truly open up with a rare few- a close friend and other person with whom I can share anything, knowing they’ll always wish the best for me … With my besties, I can truly be myself (though my true self might be a bit annoying and wild, witty and weird to them, but I don’t mind being silly to them) …

I care for my besties deeply, wishing them happiness and ease in life. Even from miles away, it’s as if they are a constant star in my sky—always present in my thoughts. I reach out to share everything happening here, as if sending them messages across the distance to keep them close … yes, I want to remain close, somehow …

I recently came across a reflection on friendship that resonated with me:

“The only trick of friendship is to find people who are better than you are—not smarter, not cooler, but kinder, and more generous, and more forgiving—and then to appreciate them for what they can teach you, and to try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad—or good—it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. But the best, as well.”
~ Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

I love my friend who is a better human than I am. I know they always want the best for me, whether we’re together or apart …

I miss my bestie so much!

When I show you my affection, it means you are my chosen best friend …

I’ve a childhood story to tell about it … some other day, I may share! I wonder if you would wish to hear that story! Someday! One day, may be!

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A question- what is friendship to you? 

Another question—do you think long-distance friendships can endure, even if the friends haven’t met in person yet?

Please, Please, Please

Don’t be the devil to me
Love me instead 
Don’t close your heart, sweetheart
Let tenderness spread …

Love me in fragments
If you can’t love me whole 
But don’t vanish, my darling
Leaving scars on my soul …

#roksanatales

Sana walking

I’m truly enjoying the area I’m living in—Chigwell, a suburban town in Essex. As someone once said, “Home is not a place, it’s a feeling,” and this place has captured that sentiment perfectly for me. It’s this perfect blend of town and country, with charming Georgian houses and picturesque weather-boarded cottages that make every walk feel like a step back in time. And I think I can walk here for hours ….

Walking is healing to me; it’s my savior, my way of life. Certainly I can walk for hours, especially with music playing. Sometimes I even find myself talking as I walk, or certain words pop into my mind, and I jot them down. Later, I write based on what I felt when I made those notes. It happens every time …

I’d love to share the songs I’ve been listening to lately while walking. Though my taste in music keeps evolving, these tracks have really stuck with me …

Ever wonder how music can change the rhythm of your thoughts?

Please, Please, Please

A Ride

I wonder what an amazing ride does to you;
For it moves me more than I ever knew …
Also it heals my heart and lifts life’s gray …
Does it stir your heart and change your view?

Can I join you on a fast-paced bike ride?
Tell me!

Lately, I’ve been really into this song (included in the video). When I go for a walk, I listen to it along with some other tracks, and sometimes I can’t help but want to dance to every beat… and honestly, I do find myself moving a bit like I’m dancing while I walk …

This morning, I went to a mall in the city and we took a different route, via fast-paced Uber ride. It made me think of bike rides… if you ride a bike, do they ever get that fast?
I found myself wondering, I don’t know why!

I Wonder

In My Dreams

In my dreams, I glimpsed you,
A shadow calling my name
From a distant place …
I walked far ahead
In a sea of chaos
Surrounded by countless faces
I turned around
Aware of your voice
Yet you remained unseen …

In my dreams, I found you
Amidst a chaotic storm
You searched for me
Worried if I get lost
Where would you find me?
You sent your words to me
And I replied with mine
But it was never quite enough
Everything remained hazy in the dreams …

In my dreams, I glimpsed you on a distant path
While I wandered through your city
A stranger to its streets
Unaware of my arrival
You found my words and raced to me
By your trusted companion
Eager for me to join your ride …

In my dreams, I saw you there
With your handsome looks, so debonair
While my long black hair did shine
We glided on the lake so fine …
It led us to a grand palace; there
We roamed like King and Queen
While you remained in silence deep
I felt a restlessness for your voice … 

I cannot tell
How long I’ll dream of you
But for now, it brings me joy
To find you in my dreams …
Though you seem distant
I long for the dreams each night
Waking at dawn’s first light
Renewed, beginning
My day with you in my heart …

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Do you see dreams?

What makes you dream about a certain person?

What if you never met someone and still you see them in your dreams!

I think it’s such a poignant acceptance of the joy found in the dreams of someone dear, even as they remain a transient part of the dreams, offering solace and renewal as the day begins …

All About Nothing

all about nothing of sounds, spoken softly or loudly, with passion or anger …
all about nothing of jealousies, forgiveness, tears and fears …
all about nothing of the secrets whispering through the wind and the joy within …

all about nothing of opening hearts and minds headed in the magnificent magic of colors around …
all about nothing of music of the breeze, windmill, piano, and hidden in paintings …
all about nothing of gems, precious gold, silver, fruit and bushes of colorful hues …
all about nothing of writing with grace and unwritten words with day dreaming state …
all about nothing of a promise that is meant to be and not meant to be …
all about nothing of relief from each itching and holding on to a belief …
all about nothing of the reasons in wonderment and in ecstasy …
all about nothing of never to be heard and of never to be seen …
all about nothing of an angel kiss, as calming as the stars …
all about nothing of longing to be nourished and cherished …
all about nothing of reaching high and climbing mountains …
all about nothing of connection, attachments and non-attachments …
all about nothing of love and a sense of belonging …

all about nothing of a new gravity and definition …
all about nothing of fine vine yards and forest 
all about nothing of desired and undesired …
all about nothing of noise and quietness …
all about nothing of facts and mystery …
all about nothing of prose and poetry …

all about nothing of cause and cure …
all about nothing of time and space …
all about nothing of weak and odds …
all about nothing of lost and found …
all about nothing of earth and sea …
all about nothing of far and near …
all about nothing of something and everything 
that my breaths care as a poet all the while …
that there is all about something for everything
as becoming you, as becoming me …

As there’s no clue…
When we never knew if it were true …
We come and go, we stare and it’s comfortably warm …
And we just have nothing- it makes and remakes us whole,
When it’s all about nothing, it’s the everything

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I’m sorry if your head is exploding reading ‘all about nothing’ here!

Sometimes, things that seem meaningless or nonsensical still occur. In this world, it appears that nothing is impossible, and this has been proven time and again …

What do you think?

Devoted

You say
‘I’m overwhelming’;
I don’t know
How to untangle this web of feelings …

You say,
‘Don’t be so hard on yourself;
I don’t know
How long these ache linger in my mind …

You say,
‘Deep breaths. Relax’;
I don’t know
Why my breath is fleeting and
My calm turns to fear and agony …

You say
‘Rein in your heart’;
I don’t know
What walls to build around my soul …

You say
‘Pain is inevitable’;
I don’t know
When these wounds will mend …

You say
‘I’m leaving soon;
I don’t know
Will our eyes meet ever! …

I only know
Amidst the shadows of doubt
This love remains pure …
Sanctifying me
Like a deity in devotion …

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A deep and unwavering love may persists despite uncertainty or doubt. Even when surrounded by ‘shadows of doubt’, love remain untainted and pure. Love is both a source of strength and a spiritual experience with a sense of purity and sanctity …

What do you say about it?
Have you ever experienced such love?

Let’s Dance

I was calm and then you’ve come
And the storm is dwelling inside me
Ever since …

I was a tranquil sea, still and serene
Whispering lullabies to the shore
Then your presence
Like a fierce wind
Unsettles the depths ….
See! What you’ve done to me!

Gentle ripples
Morph into crashing waves,
My heart, once a quiet harbor
Now a tempest’s playground ….

Lightning thoughts
Thundering pulses
A tempest’s eye
Restless and wild
OMG!

You’ve come,
And the calm is no more
Only the storm,
Dwelling inside me …

What should we do now?
Together
Let’s dance 💃🕺
Shall we?

It was raining so much yesterday! It makes me romantic, I think. What does rain do to you?

La Vie Est Belle

Saying ‘I love you’ doesn’t suffice …
I need to say, ‘I love you immensely’ …
Only then does my heart overflow with joy-
Ethereal and divine …

#roksanatales

Tu hai toh – muskurate hai

Nepal, I will always remember you. The experience was so surreal, it delved deep into my heart, making my soul feel the innocent emotions and pain more profoundly that I never imagined I would feel …

Wherever I went, I sensed the presence and warmth of a far away land; I feel that presence flowing through the bloodstreams of my heart. I long for the warmth, fully aware that I am that warmth; to meet the one and merge into unity, to grasp another’s essence within my soul, to see myself reflected in the light of my soulmate. I keep searching only to realize that this beautiful quest is what makes my journey so special. Once the search is over, I will be in eternal despair … So, isn’t this better?

Visiting the mandirs, temples, and stupas made the experience even more fascinated, as I never forgot to pray there. This is quite unusual for me, and I’m not exaggerating, even if it might sound that way …

I realize I love the life I lead, mainly because of my childlike curiosity, carefree nature, sense of humour, deep emotions, enthusiasm, hopefulness, creativity and the immense attraction I feel for the Mother Nature that’s innate in my heart, and the special love that comes from my little heart is the one that meets with The One who roots me with this knowledge that

I’m nothing and everything;
I’m attached and detached;
I’m wild and I’m calm;
I’m possessive and sacred;

Anyways, after the Nepal trip, I’m a bit under the weather from unknown allergies. Moreover I mistakenly attempted some crazy yoga asanas 🧘 on my own to celebrate International Yoga Day (ha ha ha). It wasn’t the wisest decision, but trust me, all my decisions are good ones so far! You just don’t know it yet. Perspective and time matter…

Keep sending good energy and blessings on my way. Keep Sana in prayers!

Namaste/ नमस्ते
Peace/ سلام

Jijivisha

So I smiled at me
During my downtime,
When the world became quiet
And the noise of the day
Faded into the soft hum
Of my own thoughts …

I found a comfort
In the echo of silence …
In the reflection of my heart,
In the gentle nod of self-acceptance,
Knowing that in the stillness,
I am enough …

I found myself
In a moment of confusion,
Flickering like nearby, distant stars…
Leaving me
To wonder,
To ponder
The newly discovered
Myself and serendipity …

Ah!
That haze in the spark …
That whisper of confusion …
And of uncertainty …
There is a path
For me …
A chance
To see, to know, to be …

So I smile  
More during my downtime,
When the world becomes quiet
And the noise of the day
Fades into the soft hum
Of my own thoughts …

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Jijivisha/ hindi / sanskrit
(n.) jijivisha is the intense desire to live (or continue living) in the highest sense of being … it is ‘the will to live’ … It is a powerful force that drives us to keep going, even when things are tough. It is the spark of life that keeps us fighting for another day

Missing You

I missed you
As I woke up in the morning and went to my little garden, I felt your absence deeply …

I missed you
When I saw the fallen leaves and petals from my Kamini flower plants, thinking, ‘If I fall like that, would you understand?’

I missed you
When I ate fruits and nuts and remembered you drinking warm water in the morning …

I missed you
When I held my book, ‘Married to Bhutan,’ but couldn’t bring myself to read it …

I missed you
While watching the film ‘A Time Called You’ as its story revolves around the lover’s rebirth …

I missed you
As you often would say to me, ‘You’re forgetful’ and here I do not know why you’ve forgotten me! …

I missed you
In that moment, feeling a deep sadness, knowing you’ve left forever, and wondering, ‘Why can’t I get him out of my mind?’

I missed you
When I remembered our laughter and heard someone call me by the name you gave me and tears fell from my eyes …

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a terrible emptiness filled my heart, and I asked myself, ‘Why does it hurt so much?’
Then I realized,
‘I miss you so much’…
As I’m left like the remains of all the things left unsaid with you …

Aching Heart

You don’t have to say a word to her
She understands
She’s a shadow fading in your light …

Is she
A whisper lost in the wind?
Meaningless, invisible?
Insignificant?
She might be …

To you

She’s a foolish heart
Sensitive to the way of the world
Bruised by the coldness of yours …
Her emotions, raw and exposed

How can she feel so broken
Lost and unhappy?
It’s a mystery to her own self!

Stupidity, they call it
For feeling too deeply …
For caring too much …
For believing so easily …
For loving unconditionally …
But even in her aching heart,
She remains
A delicate soul in a world too rough …

I Have a Fondness …

I have a fondness for breaking apart
A fascination with the fragile
The delicate dance of hearts
Walking unsteadily on the edge …
In love …

I have a fondness for breaking apart
At times it seems
Love’s other name is
Broken hearts …
An echo of longing …
A symphony of cracks …

I have a fondness for breaking apart
In love, I find
A beauty in the fracture,
In the spaces …
Where light seeps through the wounds
Where the raw and the real collide
In a blaze of truth and tenderness …

I have a fondness for breaking apart
It’s a mosaic of
Shattered dreams
Pieced together with hope …
A courage of feeling
The audacity of connection …

I have a fondness
For the breaking …
For the way love demands vulnerability …
For the way it strips us bare …
For the way all its flaws are revealed
I have a fondness
For my unguarded heart
Breaking apart …

For in the breaking,
We find the depth of love
The resilience of the beautiful soul …
The beauty of a heart
That dares to love
Even knowing it might break …
That’s how I have a fondness
For breaking apart …

Love

You ask about my love
How deep it is for you …
And the extent of my affection …

My feelings are genuine
And my love is sincere
The moon symbolizes my love …

So tender was the kiss
That touched my heart
Such deep affection
Makes me yearn for you …

You ask about my love
How deep it is for you …
Reflect on this
And gaze above
The moon symbolizes my heart …

Srinagar, Kashmir

Tea or Coffee

You love tea
I love coffee
Each sip, a story
Each cup, a journey …

Your mornings start
With delicate leaves
Unfolding in warmth
A ritual of peace …

Yours and mine!

Mine begin
With bold beans
Ground into essence
A rush of energy …

Together
We blend flavors
Contrasts harmonize
Creating a beautiful combo …

Yours with mine!

In your serenity
I find calm
In my vigor
You find spark …

Two worlds
Two cups
One shared moment
A beautiful combo …

Mine with yours!

Do you prefer tea or coffee?

How did you celebrate International Tea Day?

Tell your tea/ coffee story (if any) …

A Young Heart and Taj Mahal

A tender heart treads softly
There at Taj Mahal …
And the marble gleams bright
On her …
As she wears a young love –
Endlessly searching through timeless steps …

Suddenly, I can’t quite understand why I wanted those shoes so much …

I still love the shoes I wore that day, and I remember the feeling of walking around in it. It was our first trip abroad—just the three sisters, our brother, and our parents. We sisters were fond of this type of Lehenga, which was very popular at the time. So, I chose one and matched it with the perfect shoe. We bought these in Kolkata (Calcutta) and traveled from there to Delhi, then Agra, Jaipur, and other places.

On that day, we chose to wear this attire specifically for our visit to the Taj Mahal. It was such a beautiful day—I still remember it vividly. We got ready to see the Taj Mahal in person, wearing our special outfits. My jewelry consisted only of earrings and a watch. In our youth, we didn’t need any makeup, and we three sisters looked stunning in our attire. I still remember how much my father loved our outfits and took great care of us. He made sure we all took pictures in front of the Taj just like this.

Needless to say, I felt incredibly elegant in my own skin—beautiful, serene, warm, and quiet.

I was a very quiet girl back then—so quiet that my close ones used to call me ‘Dead Beauty.’

However, I wish to visit Taj again ..

Do you wish to visit with me?