“Nothing more interesting than meeting people, hearing stories and being inspired”. I met a few such souls today. The man who I wanted to meet, the very impressive,
@ARanganathan72
sir, The man who inspires
@jsaideepak
sir! Gratitude!🙏🙏
Read me like a poem,
Love me like dream,
Cherish me like a story,
Live me like an epic,
Construe me like an eventide,
Breathe me with your evensong,
Etch me like a dawn,
Compose me in your paean,
Smell me like a
#demure
twilight,
Sedate me with your love.
#vss365
Poetry is a salve for the heartbroken,
voice for the voiceless,
expression of dawn for those
who dwell in dusk,
Poetry is for you and I,
and our conversations..
I do not need you because
I love you,
I need you because you are
the warmth of my winter days,
the happy breeze of summertimes,
the lone green leaf that provides
hope in fall,
and the canopy in monsoon.
We were almost lovers,
with you holding
my nights in your eyes,
and me carrying you
through my day,
we coalesced when dusk
gave away colours;
We were almost lovers,
when in my monsoon eyes
you sailed like a paper-boat
of my dream,
anchoring at the shore of Fall.
To whom it may concern,
Please take a moment to read,
We women are here to
share words, with dignity,
trust us, we are not here
in search of muse,
or live fantasies.
#respectwomen
#dignityofwomen
Love: that leaves you empty,
Love: that makes you weak,
Love: that makes you suffer,
Love: that makes you lose yourself,
Love: that is sacrifice,
Love: that is sacrilege,
Love that is more of a question than answer.
Still, can you stop loving?
A tryst. A dream.
A sojourn. A poem
A fate. A reality
A togetherness. A wish
A memory. A prayer
A tear. A genesis
A tear. A goodbye
A you. A story
A me. A story
A rendezvous. A season
A song. A frozen moment
A candle. A witness
A tear. A disquiet
A tear. A Throe
Hold me tight,
One more time
in your embrace
when winter nights
burn in desire..
Hold me in your
song as you sing
the love songs
remembering the
times when you and I
where home in each other’s
arms
one more time
love me, sing me
touch me..
#onemoretime
Amidst still silence of many light years,
you looked into my eyes,
&said,”you’re beautiful”
with lowered lashes,
& a drop glistening,I replied,
“broken,fixed,lacquered by your love,
I’m kintsugi”,
“Shhh, you’re a mess, but you’re mine, kintsugi“
we found our moment of forever
I write hope,
when I write your name.
I write happiness,
when I watch you smile.
I write dreams,
when I watch us watching sunsets.
I write love, when I write “Us”
together …
Till the last song is played,
till the last words are written,
till moon epitomises love,
till rains quench the thirst,
till sun sprinkles hope,
I shall be yours’
to call you mine,
only mine…
I do not seek
#permission
to love you,
for it is beyond me
to not love you.
It is like asking
the wind to stop
blowing and
sea to stop flowing.
#vss365
Love for me is sacred,
pious and flawless,
that does not have an end,
and it does not need a
#closure
,
or verbal commitment,
for a love story to become immortal,
all it needs is love,
beyond anything and everything,
it needs home in hearts, that love…
#vss365
If love isn’t sharing
silence and the conversation
between two, what is?
If love isn’t watching the
sunset and sunrises, even if it’s
with moist eyes, what is?
If love isn’t that goodbye,
Which bring tears and
a wet smile, what is?
If love isn’t us,
what is ?
You sieve your love,
through freshness of your dreams,
and then you want to love me,
with what’s left.
And I love you like the dream,
verdant and in the fervour,
and then you ask me
“Are you for real?”
Love cannot be half- hearted,
but a whole without hole!
When in love,
we are a story,
and when we unlove
we write an epic.
In
#resilience
,
we drown in emotions,
and in rigidity,
we let our heart burn.
As lovers,
we are vulnerable,
and as strangers,
we resist the ache.
#vss365
#mothersday2020
Maa
the first home,
of a child,
where she
nurtures with her blood,
&prepares for life;
Maa
whisper of love
reflection of courage,
warm hug on winter nights
bright sun on overcast sky
Soft touch when dreams riot
lullaby when sleeplessness tires
Pc: whatsapp
She was a poem, and he the poet,
She fell for sunset, and he became the moon,
And when dawn enticed him, she became the warmth of sun..
Weren’t they perfect?
When this is over,
let’s seek answers
and ask questions,
When I ask you,
Why did you leave me?
Don’t let stars be
burdened,own up!
Why were promises
unkempt?
Don’t let silence
be your weapon!
When you ask me,
Did you wait?
You’ll find
your answer in
depth of my eyes!
From lavender skies,
to lavender kisses,
You’ve got me all,
loving me in bits and pieces,
to loving me whole,
to collecting my shards into poems,
to dissipating them into ashes,
You’ve made me immortal and
then left me as an unattended flower.
I slept with you
whole
night long,
Stitching our breaths
with arras of kisses,
and running caresses
through our tresses.
I slept in your arms
cuddled to your words,
reading silence of your
vocal pores.
I slept with you
in my corner of
world and you in
yours!
Sky is in brewing a storm,
that cascades over my windowsill,
bringing back memories of you.
I break into harmonic bursts,
reminiscing those eyes,
that danced, like light,
the warmth of sunshine.
Come back to me before
my tears drench the poems
you left behind.
@Aadhiraspeaks
I’m jain, but I’m hindu too, I mean I can’t only be jain. I don’t see a reason why Hinduism and Jainism should be differentiated. They are both ancient religions, with a few different practices but end of the day , they are quite similar.