I search for nothing, yet I do,
In crowds, in silence, thoughts of you;
And somehow even your passing shade
Leaves my heart quietly comforted.
Krishna walked toward crown and throne,
While Radha stayed in love alone;
So the heart keeps asking deep inside
Why did he leave her by the riverside?
If he loved her, why not return?
Why let her wait, why let her burn?
Was love just music beneath the sky,
Meant only for a passing time?
But perhaps love is not always stay,
Nor holding someone all the way;
Perhaps Krishna’s truth was strange and vast
A love too divine for the world to grasp.
For Radha never asked to reign,
Nor wished to bind him with her pain;
She loved him beyond return or claim,
And thus became eternal with his name.
Still, somewhere, a human heart would ask:
Did Krishna leave her in the past?
Or did he carry her all along,
Silent… hidden beneath his song?
No one knows the final truth above,
For divine stories blur human love;
Yet Radha’s faith through all remained
That true love need not always be retained.
To stand beneath the open air,
With nothing heavy left to bear;
Hands stretched wide, heart beating free,
As if the world belongs to me.
Loud waterfalls, pure mountain breeze,
Silent forests and dancing leaves;
No hurdles there, no human noise,
Only nature and my own voice.
Perhaps one day I’ll gather the nerve,
To live the peace my soul deserves;
And in that moment, wild and free,
I may finally discover me.
The mind grows heavy, sharp, and loud,
Turning warmth into a darkened cloud;
Not wishing harm, not wishing pain,
Yet anger returns again and again.
I never wanted a heart this hard,
Never wished to keep my guard;
Still something deep refuses peace,
As if restless storms will never cease.
Perhaps the soul is tired inside,
Holding wounds it tries to hide;
For anger often grows from pain,
From silent losses that remain.
So may this heart learn calm someday,
May bitterness slowly fade away;
For beneath the anger, fierce and sore,
Lives a soul that wished to hurt no more.
Why does its fragrance calm the soul,
Like broken pieces becoming whole?
The scent of rain upon the earth
Feels like nature’s quiet rebirth.
Perhaps rain reminds the heart
That endings too can become a start;
That even clouds heavy with pain
Return as something soft as rain.
It cleans not only roads and trees,
But hidden worries carried silently;
For a moment, the world feels slow,
And peace begins to gently flow.
Maybe that is why faces smile
Watching rain fall mile by mile;
Because somewhere deep, the soul is aware
Rain feels like heaven touching earth with care.
It whispers softly, “Step outside,
Raise your face, let drops collide;
Open your hands, let the heavens flow,
And take your soul where dreamers go.”
As if the rain could wash away
Every wound life chose to stay;
As if beyond those silver streams
Wait heavenly worlds built out of dreams.
Yet still I stand behind the line,
Watching rain through glass and time;
Though storms have called me all these years,
I never stepped ahead of fears.
So there it stays—my quiet sky,
A dream I’ll love, but never try.
The happiness I found in that dream,
Was softer than moonlight’s silver gleam;
An utmost pleasure my heart once knew,
Simply by imagining life with you.
So thank you for the joy you gave,
For every smile my memories save;
Never come back—just live your way,
May happiness with you forever stay.
Your life deserves the best of light,
The purest peace, the warmest sight;
For among the souls this world has known,
You are a beautiful soul on your own.
Let the waters cross your head,
Watch in silence, nothing said;
This mortal life, with all its play,
Is only drama night and day.
People come and people go,
Feelings rise, then fade like snow;
What seems eternal turns to dust,
And time dissolves both love and trust.
For one deep truth remains below—
One day no “you” will even know;
No pain, no joy, no lingering cry…
Just stillness where all endings lie.
“Why am I so stupid?” echoes near,
Fed by doubt and silent fear;
But hearts weighed down speak harsh at times,
Especially in unfinished climbs.
A phase is not a final name,
Nor struggle proof that you’re to blame;
Even lost roads someday bend
And broken thoughts don’t mean the end.
But destiny chose another way,
And pulled our hands apart one day;
Still in my heart I truly know,
You never really let me go.
When my last day quietly arrives,
I know your presence will survive;
You’ll hold my hand and make me see
That you and I were meant to be.
Not just one birth, not one small span,
But souls together beyond life’s plan;
We laughed, we fought, we smiled as one,
Like moon and sky, never undone.
Your love was purer than my own,
A place where every fear was gone;
And I believe through every life,
Your love will find me through all time.
Love you, Amma… this stays true,
No matter where life takes me to;
I miss you more than words can say
And I’m sorry, Amma… every day. 🤍
Life still holds a road to tread,
Many skies still lie ahead;
Though ups may fade and downs may stay,
Still walk with courage day by day.
It needs to see life’s setting sun
With a peaceful smile when all is done;
No heavy regrets, no fearful cry,
Just calm acceptance by and by.
Live as life arrives each turn,
Through what is lost and what we learn;
For one sure end awaits the same
To reach my mom… and speak her name.
Blessed was I to call you mine,
To share your warmth through tender time;
The youngest child, by grace or fate,
Was given more at your dear gate.
We spoke of things I can’t recall,
Yet know we shared our hearts through all;
We smiled, we laughed, we lived as one,
In quiet talks when day was done.
I am your part, this much is true,
My heartbeat carries life from you;
The cells that wake and breathe in me
Still echo your own mystery.
You gave me life, I owe you all,
Each rise I make, each time I fall;
I miss you, Mom, more than words can say
Why did you leave me here this way?
Was I not once your very own,
A part of flesh and love once grown?
You should have taken me along…
For without you, the world feels wrong.
They wished to shame me, make me small,
To see me stumble, fear, and fall;
Yet with some fear still in my chest,
I moved ahead and did my best.
It may not shine as grand success,
It came through struggle, strain, and stress;
But joy is mine for this I know
I dared to take the step and grow.
Shameless me, with scars in sight,
Still chasing dawn through every night;
Mock if you must, judge what you see—
It takes some nerve to still be me.
Shameless me, who stays somehow,
With yesterday behind me now;
If living on is counted shame,
Then let me proudly bear the name.
Khamoshiyon ka bojh bhi ajeeb hota hai,
Sunta sab kuch hai, par kuch keh nahi paata.
Main khud ko dhoondhta hoon un raaston mein,
Jahan mera koi nishaan bhi nahi jaata.
Har soch ek darpan hai, toot sa jaata hai,
Jab sach ka chehra saamne aata hai.
Jeene ka matlab bhi badalta rehta hai,
Har din ek naya sawaal de jaata hai.
Kabhi lagta hai sab haath mein hai mere,
Kabhi sab kuch yun hi fisal jaata hai.
Aankhon mein jo thehre hue kuch khwaab hain,
Unka bhi apna hi ek jahaan hota hai.
Aur main…
Bas ek musafir hoon unhi khayaalon ka,
Jo rukte nahi… par kahin pahunchte bhi nahi.
There is something I understand, yet never truly know,
As if I belong to myself… but can’t name that bond at all.
Silence carries a weight of its own,
It hears everything… yet says nothing back.
I search for myself in those very paths,
Where even my footprints refuse to stay.
Every thought feels like a fragile mirror,
Shattering the moment truth stands too close.
The meaning of living keeps shifting quietly,
Each day leaves behind a new question.
At times, it feels like everything is within my grasp,
And then… it all slips away without a trace.
The dreams resting still in my eyes,
Seem to belong to a world of their own.
And I…
Am just a traveler of these wandering thoughts,
That never stop… yet never arrive anywhere.
Dreams that won’t ever come to be,
Yet they still held control of me;
Meaningless thoughts, I knew them so
Still I let my hours go.
Time was wasted, still it flows,
Even now the pattern grows;
Slapped by truth, again and again,
Yet illusions refuse to wane.
If life had no end, no final breath,
Would we value a moment without death?
Each second would fade, unnoticed, untrue
No urgency left in all that we do.
From sages of old to voices today,
They whisper softly the same quiet way:
Life is not ours to hold or command,
But to feel, to live, like grains of sand.
So don’t just wait for a distant tomorrow,
Don’t drown your now in unseen sorrow;
Smile in this breath, let your heart sing
For ending itself gives life everything.
It replays words once let fall,
Soft little moments, simple and small;
They bring a smile, calm and light,
A gentle peace, still shining bright.
Some feelings fade, some drift apart,
But cheerful ones outlive the heart;
No matter how we try to erase
They softly live in time’s embrace.
It isn’t things the world can give,
No gold, no touch, no passing need;
It’s something deeper, harder to name
A tired soul that longs for ease.
But endings aren’t what ease the pain,
They only silence what could heal;
This weight is asking to be held,
Not buried where we cannot feel
Fear of losing what I keep,
Fear that wakes me from my sleep;
“What if wrong?” in every move,
Fear that nothing I can prove.
It walks with me from birth it seems,
Woven deep in thoughts and dreams;
Everywhere, it fills the air
A shadow named… my fear.
But I won’t let it rule my way,
I’ll learn to face it day by day;
For even fear, when met with light,
Slowly fades… and loses its fight.
