“Let go, let go,” they saybut how can I?The pain, the ache…Is it so easy to forgive? “Let go, let go, it’s Diwali,” they say.I may let go of old clothes,broken vases,wilted flowers,cracked photo frames,unfulfilled promisesunread letters,but resentment—How do I let go of those? I ask…But no reply comes,Nobody knows.“Let go, let go,” they just …
Manifesting
As we slid into the autumn’s embrace, And as leaves descend with gentle grace, My heart makes a secret wish as the year ends, Let it be a whispered plea, that’s what my heart intends. I have nurtured the dream, Since the year’s beginning, Now I wait for its magic to unfurl, Like a mollusk …
Dare To Love?
I couldn’t stop thinking about him. We were miles apart, Yet his presence enveloped me. Like the waves of the endless sea The invisible thread connecting our hearts felt tight Fragile as gossamer, strong as destiny Does he sense it too? Or is it just what I feel? I love him with all my heart, …
Nature’s Plight: We need a hope to thrive
Year after year, the temperature during summer soars, the winters no longer offer the same chill, and the monsoon season has become increasingly uncertain; I can't figure out exactly when it comes and goes. These significant changes beg the question: Are we truly aware of the environmental transformations unfolding around us? Instead of fearing the …
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The Pain will Never Go Away….
Some tragic pains are buried deep inside. It won't surface always but catches me unaware, when I'm lost in my own cries. In moments of solitude, it forms a bond with me. Reminding me of its presence, its depth, and intensity. That pain will never leave… It makes me weep Begging for some solace yet …
Amidst the weeping rain, the hours refuse to move……
(Words from a heart with unfulfilled love) The words I speak Are from a broken heart that weeps I saw him in love, I saw him in pain Were all those years of love simply in vain? I see him drenched in rain His eyes are wet yet he says it’s the rain He never …
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The Fading pugmarks….
This photo of Sundarbans National Park is courtesy of Tripadvisor My roar would tremble the soul,Such is my magnanimity.I have dark stripes on a shining orange coat,People come from far off land to peek at me,While I walk the wild with grace & sublimity. India, Bhutan, Nepal, and Bangladesh are my home,My favorite is Sundarbans, …
Cerebration 