They said, A woman waits to be claimed,
But she had never played that game.
She honored storms she walked alone,
And made her skin her sacred throne.

Her body—temple. Heart—divine.
Her sacred self, by her design.
No man to sign her worth in gold,
No rituals bought, no karma sold.

They called her late, they called her lone
But she had built a world on her own.
She loved with depth, not with a cage,
Her soul unmarked by paper page.

They named it “virtue,” “purity”
She called it sovereignty.
Too sacred to offer casually,
Too powerful to give away unconsciously.

She didn’t stay alone out of fear.
She stayed true out of power.
No karma bartered, none entwined,
Her path was hers—untouched, aligned.

So no, she didn’t marry fate.
She didn’t knock on custom’s gate.
She stayed, she stood, she soared, she knew:
The truest vows are made to you.

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🌿Things That Vanish Without Noise🌿

Some things arrive like a season not spoken of,
early, sudden, without asking to be named.
They settle in the corners of thought,
quiet as dust, certain as dawn.

Not all warmth is meant for keeping,
some flames burn only to remember they once lit.
Even soft light can cast long shadows,
when it stays too long in the wrong place.

There are questions that grow without roots,
they bloom, they fade, and no one remembers planting them.
Some songs are only meant to be hummed once,
and yet their echo finds the walls for years.

There’s a kind of silence that teaches
more than every word that came before it.
It holds what was never said
and never needed saying.

Still, somewhere beneath the forgetting, something remembers.
But not to return, only to grow differently.

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WHERE THE TIDES BOWED

Once, there was one who painted skies with stars, not theirs to give.
The night listened, but before the light could set, they disappeared leaving behind
a tale half-told, a stage still echoing,

She spoke the lines she never chose, walked past mirrors that never froze.
Each face she saw felt cold, unknown, and laughter echoed, but not her own.

A quiet storm stirred in her sleep’s soft hush
but she learned the language of waves and taught the sea to hush.

In time, she danced with dusk, wrapped stillness around her like velvet,
and found fullness in the space no one else could reach.

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The Saturday Swan

I saw a swan on Saturday, alone beneath a sky so grey.
She danced across the silver lake, each ripple trailing soft heartache.

The breeze had stitched her wings with thread, of dreams once bright, now softly shed.
But still she spun a silent show, while no one guessed the ache below.

The lillies bloomed in quiet grace, but none could read her mirrored face.
They saw her glide, not how she grieved, nor how the morning light deceived.

The willow hummed a lullaby, the kind that doesn’t ask you why.
And she, too proud to make a sound, just smiled while slowly sinking down.

Her feathers white, her posture still, the world admired her quiet will.
But I, who watched with knowing eyes, could feel the storm she hid in skies.

She bowed before the setting sun, as if to say, “It’s done. I’m done.”
Yet left no trace, no trailing note, just twilight brushing at her throat.

So if you saw her soft and serene you’d say, “What peace! What grace between.”
But I, alone, could see her pain, the weight she wore like satin rain

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In divine realms, where sacred echoes meet,
Rama's steadfast soul, Krishna's wisdom, greet.
Their ancient tales, reflecting ideals, pure and bright,
Guiding me forward, through life's darkest night.

While Rama stands firm, with purpose and might,
His path of dharma is straight and right.
However Krishna, with wit and wisdom combined,
Reveals life's truths in mysterious ways through time.

This journey is not to worship alone,
But to make divine virtues my own.
In their light, I slowly grow,
A daily becoming, quiet and slow.

Sometimes I walk like Rama does,
With quiet duty, without fuss.
Other times, I follow Krishna's art,
Solving life with a clever heart.

Sanatana’s truth in silence speaks,
In humble hearts, the spirit seeks.
Each mantra, vow, and silent prayer
Becomes a bridge to what is rare.

So each day, in stillness or in strife,
I shape myself to higher life.
Their virtues not just praised, but worn,
In silent acts, my soul is sworn.

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Oh Lord Rama and Maa Sita, divine pair so true,
Your love and relationship, a tale forever anew.
You showed the world what Dharma means, a path to abide,
Choosing duty over desire, your hearts full of pride.

Rama, you crossed all bounds, fought Ravana with might,
To protect your wife, your love shining bright.

Sita maa, you stood by your husband, through trials and strife,
A symbol of loyalty, a love that cuts through life.
You've demonstrated trust and patience, through trials and time.
A bond that's strong and steadfast, a love that's truly sublime.

I'm not Sita, a goddess so rare,
Her virtues and strength, a heart beyond compare.
I haven't walked her path, nor faced her test,
But still, I'm drawn to learn, and find my best.

With every step, I'll aim to shine,
To be a compassionate person, with a heart that's divine.
Not to be like Sita, but to become my best,
A version of myself, where love and kindness rest.

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Every action's a prayer, a sacred deed,
Done with integrity, in every creed.
Prayers aren't confined to holy sites,
But in everything we do with conscious insight.

In work, in love, in every single test,
I strive for excellence, and do my best.
With kindness and compassion, I shine so bright,
Living with purpose, day and night.

In every intention, action, a prayer is said,
A life of divinity, where love is fed.
May love guide my path, and wisdom be my way,
And every step I take, be a prayer each day.

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In your eyes, my heart finds home,
With you, my love, I am never alone.
You are the sun to my sky,
The breath that makes my soul sigh.

I crave no other, none beside,
My heart beats solely for your pride.
In your love, I find my nest,
With you, my forever, I am blessed.

Together we'll dance, hand in hand,
Our bond will grow, our love will stand.
No more alone, you are also me,
United in love, wild and free.

In your arms, I find my peace,
With you, my love, my soul finds its relief.
You are my divine counterpart, my guide,
A spiritual Union with you, I promise to abide.

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My soul found a love that's pure and rare,
Not for the moment, but for memories we'd forever share.
Care and kindness, once a gentle soul's plea,
Loyalty and time, the love my heart has always sought to see.

Material things fade like the passing night,
Compared to love, which shines with all its radiant light.
In your arms, my heart finds its sweet retreat,
With your love, I'm forever complete.

No fancy gifts, no wealth to display,
Just your love, that's what makes my heart stay

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that bitter experiences
might have an emotional
grip over you but in the end
all wounds morph into insight.

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