The richness is this—
a return to yourself,
the time carved soft and slow, just for you.
The world set right in your quiet cocoon,
steps counted—ten thousand strong—
feet humming stories into the ground.
The richness is
the sleep that follows a day well-lived,
tired, but not empty.
It’s morning stretches unfolding like petals,
whispers of affirmations brushing your breath,
and a journal scraped with truths of the soul.
It’s water kissed with purpose,
sips that heal from the inside out.
It’s that one song that rocks you into silence,
a lullaby for grown hearts.
It’s your favorite savoury at twilight,
a hint of blackcurrant paired with crunch—
a ritual, a joy.
The richness is
small grooves under warm light,
a muffin’s hug,
velvet bites that melt with the dusk,
and soft, unspoken twilight sips.-
Sindhoor is, only good,
when there is no ashes of
militants, innocents, civilians.
All civilians blood is red.-
May your relationship be a space
where love feels safe,
words feel soft, and
your heart feels seen.
May they understand the depth
of your emotions and rise to meet them with gentleness and clarity.
May you both grow into a bond that’s honest, nurturing, and emotionally rich.
And may you never have to chase
what’s meant to stay.-
Probably when it's suffocating,
sweat it out with no million thoughts, setbacks, flashes, guilts,
you won't regret, obsess or lose anything hitting-the-head.
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You don’t notice the vibe until it’s gone,
Like background music you danced on.
It’s loud in absence, quiet in flow—
That’s just how these energies go.
Truth is simple, clear, and blunt:
What’s always there, we never hunt.
You won’t recall the silent grace
until it leaves without a trace.
Abundant light is seldom praised
‘till shadows fall and hearts are dazed.
An age-old law the soul has penned:
What’s always there, we just suspend.-
We dwell in a world where a woman’s worth,
Isn’t her talent, her grit, or her work.
Not in the battles she’s fought to ascend,
But the wealth of her spouse, the children she tends.
Her journey, her triumphs, the heights she has claimed,
Fade in the shadow of titles she’s named.
For here, respect isn’t earned, but bestowed,
By the roles she plays, not the life she’s sown.-
Hey Mermaid,
Do you feel like you hate yourself for no reason ?!
Grumpy about your own self ?!
Were you all-focused last night,
only to shatter at dawn?
Indecisive, clueless thoughts drifting,
sleepless nights, grazing every grass you find,
after months of mindful dieting,
now acting like a potato, doomscrolling your feed,
wasting pages of time,
left your right brain all wrong.
And now, you feel like you're the center of the world—
or no one at all in the place you stand?!
Okay now, don’t act like a lifetime
madcap, depressed, stressed, food-buff, social media junkie—
you’re just in your premenstrual syndrome.
Just sit with it for a couple of days,
and mind your routine, baby!
And hey, Mermaid, don’t forget—
you always rise with the tide.-
Aunty and uncle,
your disappointment-
on that boy was too fat in 9th grade,
another boy's social studies mark dint match your kid's high score,
and that girl-obese, too thin,
too dark, weak in her academics!
Sorry to disappoint you again,
but each one of them-
successful, glowing, healthy and happy now!!-
If peace, self-respect,
untethered time, energy are the cost,
wings unfurl—unbound to fly high!!
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Flood or Famine, Avoidant or Anxious,
Red or White,
letting the tides calm,
walking upright,
with crystal hearts, steadfast and clever,
may yield peace and persistence forever.-