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?

The Poetry in That Girl

I reconnected with that girl anew –
Who once embraced life fully …
Who danced with every step and radiated joy
Whose eyes were some sunflowers, blooming
And whose soul ignited fireworks, dazzling …

I played music for that girl again …
In hopes that its melody would ignite her spirit within
Creating a haven for her to emerge from the shadows
And dance once more under the stars …

Knowing that she would find solace within these moments
With each sunset painted in hues of gold
And each gentle breeze whispering
Through the trees ….
I hoped to create a sanctuary where she could feel safe enough to reveal herself once again …

Deep within, I felt her presence stirring,
A flicker of recognition amidst the silence …
Longing for my kindness and effort that shimmered with possibility
I vowed to nurture her return
To guide her back into the light
Where she rightfully belonged ..
She belonged to the poetry within her …

Little Roksana

The pic is from the archive of memories of a young girl; another of her mirror image. She was travelling by train, from Kolkata to Delhi ….

It was an amazing journey!

That Yellow

She paints grace
In glowing yellow …
As the brush-strokes
Softly glide through her skin …
Hers is a delicate face
Soothing and serene;
Tread with a gentle touch
In colors unseen ..
That yellow color girl
In tranquil pose ..
She’s a grace …

Yellow is my favourite color … which color do you like most?

La Reponse C’est L’amour

Moments linger, serene and soft
Time embraces our cherished moments,
And memories bloom, and serendipity stays …

I’m in love with this music. And you?

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La reponse c’est l’amour/ french
(phr.) “Love is the answer”

Missing You is Love

It’s
quite
a feeling
normalising
missing someone …
Missing you is love …

Don’t you think so?

Raabta

It’s happening
She hasn’t met someone
She hasn’t seen someone
But she’s falling for that someone …
It’s happening

Unreal yet real but not as real as it is …
Quite inexplicable and yet very true it is ….

Raabta/ urdu
(n.) inexplicable connection with another soul …


I have been suffering from the viral fever of the season for the last two days and this fever is quite different from what I had experienced before. So yesterday even in my feverish head and body, my mind felt to write something, that went like, ‘The cosmos is within us, the dance is absolutely amazing, let the universe find the questions you have, the answers you need” …. Then may be for a second or two, I felt hallucinations … may be or may be not … sometimes high temperatures do cause such things, right? However, I’m all fine with the fever still going on … So today, when I was going through those yesterday’s musings, I dropped the idea of writing further about the cosmos verses one, and really felt passionate about writing this one …

Raabta

So simple, yet I hope you like it ✨♥️

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Enchanting Kashmir’ has a hypnotic bell that keep ringing in my heart and soul … so you may find a lot of videos and images that I so dearly keep sharing … 😊

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