Sawan – the month of love.
The world’s greatest love story,
Shiv and Shakti entwined.
Where monsoon kisses nature,
draping the earth in green.
Calm, peaceful, and eternal—
a love we all long for,
a love we never wish to leave.-
"जब लोग तुम्हें अच्छा या बुरा कहते हैं, तब तुम क्या करते हो?"
वक़्त मुस्कराया और बोला —
"मैं किसी की बातों से न तो रुकता हूँ,
न ही तेज़ चलता हूँ।
मैं बस चलता रहता हूँ...
क्योंकि मेरा काम है चलना —
बिना किसी पक्षपात के, बिना किसी उम्मीद के।
लोग क्या सोचते हैं, क्या कहते हैं —
वो उनका कर्म है,
मेरा धर्म है बस चलते रहना।"-
Typing, but no message
She typed a long message for him—
poured her heart into every word,
her feelings spilling onto the screen,
a quiet cry from a soul aching to be heard.
But no message ever reached him.
She wrote it again,
letting the pain bleed through her words,
her heart silently breaking.
Still, she didn't send it.
Because deep down,
she knew—he would never change,
he would never understand.
She was never the only one he wanted.
And that truth hurt more
than silence ever could.-
Stamp
The word stamp holds many meanings
More than just a mark on a postcard.
It’s the label society presses upon souls.
When someone is called characterless,
That’s a stamp.
When judged by color, clothes, or curves
That too is a stamp.
When a man sheds tears,
They stamp him weak.
When a woman speaks loud,
They stamp her rude.
These silent seals cling to us all.
No one walks this world
Unmarked by a stamp.-
I hope you stay gentle to every soul that’s hurting.
You, who are known for your rain —
let it pour and wash away the pain
buried deep within human hearts.
Let every drop erase their worries,
and let them drench,
not in sorrow, but in joy —
soaking in the bliss they forgot they deserved.-
And I wish,
when death finds me,
She holds me gently—
like an old friend.
As if we’d
been searching
for each other
Across lifetimes of
silence and shadows.
Two souls,
finally reunited,
Wrapped in an
embrace of peace.
And I surrender—
As she takes
my breath away,
Not in fear,
but in quiet belonging.-
Shiv — The Endless
Shiv, the Endless, fierce and kind,
Beyond all form, beyond the mind.
The maker’s touch, the end’s last breath,
He dances through both life and death.
The lover vast, the wild unknown,
In stillness deep, he stands alone.
With ash and flame, his grace is true —
He blesses few, and blesses through.
To feel his glance is fortune rare,
A soul set free from worldly care.
No higher path, no purer way —
Than walking where Lord Shiv may stay.-