Love: One Life To Live

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Monday, June 29, 2026

Between the Lines

A tie left loose

The fabric still perfect

In a hurried hurricane of footsteps

Through carpet-proofed hallways

And fluroscent-smelling lights

A crafted bouquet of intentions

Nervous or excited, hard to tell

Rushing through fountains

That turn and pause

To witness a bracelet getting lost

Among silky crevices of perfumed petals

Dwindling footsteps

Smiling Eyes

An unravelling watch hurdled

An assuring pen steadied

Paces soften

In Mangosteen framed stories

And then the dust settled, but

The breeze relished something new

That was not but still was new

Ranunculus and sapphire

And an ivory promise

In fabrics of conch and blue.

The tie... was still left loose...

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The Unscripted Senses of Worthwhile

Was it worthwhile

Jumping across the rife-struck riverstones,

Barely craving to be foot-dimensioned

Among street talk of the clouded crystal water,

Reaching for a grass flower,

That would be forgotten tomorrow?

Was it worthwhile

Leaning into the grumpy rack of clothes,

Desperately clinging to the remnant sandalwood scent

Of a life that once held them near for the last time

Rid of a coin-clad clue of an atomic cease,

Searching for a pair of ribbon strands,

That have surrendered their purpose?

Was it, with an ounce of risk, worthwhile

Flipping through those napthalene-infested pages,

Searching for the flair of ink strokes they housed once

Beyond the plains and shadows of valet-parked time

Among the skid marks of a hand

That had whispered its secret,

Gliding through those unsent envelopes,

That were never introduced to stamps?

Every lotus-fragmented part of a second

Every sky-draped expanse of an inch

Every neutrino-adorned thought of breath

That even the heart beat skips

And the air ignores.

Each. And. Every.

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Sunday, April 26, 2026

This Was Not On The List

Lead an orchestra with glam, fun, and flair,

Dance among the jungle of fountains, dimes to care,

Waddle with penguins on melting glacier, soul bare,

But walking along the dusk-kissed sands,

And a snow cone in my spare hands...

This was not on the list.

A double-shot coffee on the brink of midnight,

A sugar-stripped pastry with sips of Sprite,

Down a dozen ghost-wings with all my might,

But a pasta dinner with a shared dessert,

Overlooking that riverfront, right after sunset...

Was not on the list.

Scuba dive with corals, not a human in sight,

Fly from the plane, into the sun at prime light,

Race with horses, in slippers, during a hailstorm fight,

But sitting on that envious park bench,

Sharing a camellia-kissed air for breath...

Was not on the list.

A gold-trimmed first-edition of my favorite book,

A piece of meteorite, wild in the brook,

Aurora preserved in a bottle, in my reading nook,

But the wildflowers collected during the hike,

Sitting on my mantel with a handwritten note...

Was not on the list.

A standing ovation from a sold-out hall,

Discourse from the roaring ocean and the mountains tall,

Languages of the world and birds, I'd know them all,

But a whispered trivia amidst a long-drawn game,

And the rhythm of that heartbeat uttering my name...

Was not on the list.

This and that, here and there,

Maybe a sun and a moon on the list.

But this and You..

Were never on my list.

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Thursday, January 29, 2026

Unwoven Dawns

Completion — was just what has always been aimed for.

Though paths went on, dwellings were always onshore.

A desire to perfect things beyond perfection,

Was stitched into every sweater in her collection.

The winter that existed once, is nowhere to be seen,

Every cashmere strand there, still preserved, holds its sheen.

They smell of fresh sea and lavender of the yesteryears,

Treasured in the oak chest of drawers, in neat tiers.

The spring now— jubilant in bursts of blossoms and blooms,

Dances to tunes of velvet and songs of colorful plumes.

But there's still a teal scarf for the yellow-scented autumn breeze,

Left imperfect (knowingly unfinished) for the salt of distant seas.

The unwoven thread has been a solace for the breathing heart,

In aches of unendings, beats promise of a dawning start.

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Thursday, November 6, 2025

November and You

There are moons and suns

And stars that speak of galaxies

In their distant homes

But I have seen a heart

That cradles my thoughts

And houses my hearts heart

Like some divine art

I meet the seasons there... that speak of

The glorious November air

And of You shining in your silvery glow

As You sing of June in a dreamy flair

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: 63

Tuesday, September 23, 2025

Some 3000 miles

I never knew

The breeze that blows

Some 3000 miles away

Could irk me...

I never knew

The rays of sun reaching a land

Some 3000 miles away

Could irk me...

I never knew

The fragrance of the flowers growing in gardens

Some 3000 miles away

Could irk me...

But they do...

When they are closer

And I am some 3000 miles

Away from you.

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A Little Something:

Written within under a minute, this piece is a result of a prompt that I came across. The prompt was: "Write 'I am jealous' without writing 'I am jealous'. "

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Wednesday, April 30, 2025

Let Destiny Word It As Poem

Decipher this, if you may

Who knows what it might say

I know not when, I know not why

Unbelievable as it might sound

Listen still, to the voice of the cloud.

It could be an idea, few thoughts,

Or perhaps a concept of sorts

All said and done,

It must move my heart,

Enthrall me, like when I feel an art.

And then there is something,

I could never fathom nor can I explain

All that ensues when

You, as my muse, reign.

Life becomes Love and Love, You

Destiny whispers of dreams anew

Wishes with wings fly to the sun

In the sparkle of stars

Unbeknownst to me,

Like words from soul, the stories spawn.

It has tales of my heart

Every beat of it, That has You

In every end, and at beginning's start.

I do not write a single word

I weave some to mask them, maybe

And be blurred

Enchanted in Your charm,

The words find a home

And I let it be called a poem.

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Sunday, April 13, 2025

Like the ferocious storm
That could capsize entire oceans
Like the exquisite redolence
Of the pristine flower from heavens

Like the astute philosopher
Perceiving an entire cosmos in thoughts
Like the whimsical butterfly
Gliding by, radiating rapture beyond noughts

Like the refreshing zephyr
Of the summer moon
Like the warm sunshine
Of the winter noon
Like the peachy glimmer
During the birth of dawn
Like the purple shimmer
The silken gloaming has spawn

How could mere words be ever enough?
Even imagining a Love like hers is beyond tough.

For when she loves
She is born
For when she loves
Eternity has her heart adorn
For when she loves
She is earth's profound emotion
For when she loves
She has the sky in motion

She loves like the fiery passion in heart's heart
She loves like the dreamy calmness in ethereal art
She loves like Time has never been born
She loves like Space is still in the cosmic churn

Yet she stands as if she is
Of an inconsequential presence
It would need gems for eyes
To comprehend her divine essence

How could mere words be ever enough?
Even imagining a Love like hers is beyond tough.

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Saturday, February 8, 2025

Universes of Being

Dear Universes of Being,

I, a mere speck of dust, in your immenseness,

Has been a seeker of things infinitesimal,

That rapture in the shine of morning dew,

Or the reflection of its worlds in a different hue.

The dew drop here and another across the seas

Have destinies interlaced,

But commune only through the breeze.

When the starlight in them wish an eternal tryst,

Will the celestial providence assist?

Love,

Friday, February 7, 2025

Inception of Fragrances

Dear Inception of Fragrances,

I remember that day of the Sun,

When like every other day,

Numerous dreams were sown.

When the weather smelled the morning breeze,

And whispered sweet nothings across the seas.

The magic transcended realms,

One could have ever felt or seen.

When we met, as the serendipitous moments chose,

In the swaying fragrance - of the quaint rose.

Love,

Wednesday, November 6, 2024

A Love for You

There has been a morning

A morning for You

A morning for me

And an other morning too

For the souls

That see the beauty of night

And dwell in dreamy paths

Elusively in the cosmic sight

Time that hardly matters

Separates the morning of yours and mine

But the universe spares its glances

For momentous destiny penned by divine

There might be a few stretches of land

Or even the moody seas

The distances etched in sand

Blurring the creases with ease

Or the fickle clouds veiling the skies

And capricious whiffs of wafting air,

Sometimes tempestuous

But often with a pensive flair

There still will always be the moment

Where rhythms sync and smiles glide by

Where our mornings converse

And evenings upon wishes reply

There will always be moments

Bestowed from heavens above

Where this Love will always be

A beaming journey of our Love

A Love for You

A Love for me

18+19+23+44+23+29=156

/4+/4+/4+/8+/4+/6=/30

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

Unsaid

She never said

And he never asked

Even if the thoughts were there

He never uttered a single word.

And she, like she was,

Could never have believed

Even if the words she wished

Were the words she heard.

For his voice was a magical spell

That made her heart quiver,

She dwelled in weaved worlds

Where his voice shined,

And she was the staunch believer.

His voice brightened every corner

And every nook,

With the fragrance of his smile there,

There was nothing that could have her shook

And yet she never spoke...

Her eyes spake of her feelings

But the silence, her lips never broke.

He wished too,

To speak of his soul,

The mystery of her dimple,

And how it made him whole.

If only words were that simple,

He could write sagas about her,

For she was nothing like he ever knew

But everything he desired

And his heart drew.

She was the comfort of morning rays

And enigma of the satin night,

The embodiment of the gentlest soul,

And the sparkle in her eyes

Made everything right,

His universe with the perfect sight.

And still, she never said

And he never asked

Even if the thoughts were there

They never uttered a single word

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39+50+18+47+34+21=209

8/ 9/3 9/6 /4= /39

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Saturday, August 17, 2024

미움 아님 마음

>Click here for Meaningful English Translation

>Click here for A Little Something

원래 좀 수줍어했지만

이렇게 얼굴이 붉어진 건... 처음

느낄수록 더욱 궁금해지지만

이 설명할 수 없는 표정 변화... 미움

행복의 눈물이 뭔지 몰랐지만

그 눈물에 담긴 모든 감정을 느끼는 것... 처음

알면 알수록 더욱 신비로워지지만

그걸 알면서도 여전히 모르는 건 ... 미움

눈을 마주치는 건 어렵지 않지만

그의 눈을 마주치는 게 어려움 겪... 처음

피하려고 할수록 더욱 몰입하게 된다

힘들더라도 계속 바라보고 싶은 감정... 미움

음악에는 마법이 있지만

누군가의 목소리에 이렇게 매료된 적은... 처음.

들을수록 더욱 달콤해지지만,

내 심장 박동을 조절하는 방식 ... 미움

사랑에 대해 생각해 본 적은 있지만

이런 감정을 느껴 본 적은... 처음

생각할수록 더욱 혼란스러워지지만

계속 그런 느낌을 원하는 것... 미움

☆☆☆☆☆☆

얼굴이 붉어지더라도,

다양한 색상을 표현할 수 있는 기회...마음

기쁨의 눈물이 요즘은 자주 나더라도,

희망을 주고 미소를 짓게 하는 것을 그 기분... 마음

몰입되어 있어더라도,

그의 그윽한 눈빛을 통해 내 감정을 탐구하는 느낌... 마음

음악만큼 마법같지는 않더라도,

그 목소리에 맞춰 내 심장이 뛰는 두근두근 소리... 마음

혼란스럽더라도,

영혼을 풍요롭게 하는 그 기쁨 감... 마음

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태양이 뜨면,하늘이 사람과 함께 있다면

미움도 마음으로 변한다

모든 감정이 새롭고 밝아진다

미움 아니다

마음이다. 영원히.

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Meaningful English Translation:

(Translated on: October 09, 2024)

I have always been a bit shy

But I have never blushed like this before

The more I feel it, the more I keep wondering

However

This inexplicable change in my expression…

I dislike

Even though I keep blushing,

This possibility to experience various colours…

I like

I had never known what tears of joy before

But this is the first time

I felt every emotion in those tears

The more I know the mysterious it gets

But that sense of knowing it and still not knowing it...

I dislike

Even though tears of joy are common these days

The way it gives me hope and makes me smile…

I like

It has never been difficult to look into someone’s eyes

But it is, when it is him

The more I try to avoid it

The more immersed I become

That emotion to still immerse in his eyes

Even though it is this difficult…

I dislike

Even though I am immersed (in those eyes)

That sense of exploring my emotions

Through his profound eyes…

I like

There is magic in music

But I have never been so captivated by someone’s voice

The more I listen the sweeter it gets

But the way it guides my heartbeat…

I dislike

Even though that voice might not be

As magical as music

The sound of my heart

Beating to the rhythm of his voice…

I like

I have always thought about Love

But I’ve never felt about it the way it feels now

The more I think about it

The more confusing it gets

However, the want to continue feeling like that…

I dislike

Even though it feels confusing,

The happy feeling of Love enriching my soul…

I like

☆☆☆☆☆☆

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When the sun rises,

And the heavens favor us (humans)

Hate too, transforms into Love

Every feeling feels new

And every emotion brightens up

For there never was hate

It has been Love.

Always and Forever.

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A Little Something:

The original poem is a take on the design, shape, and positioning of the Korean alphabets (called Hangul)... specifically the vowels.

The vowels are a combination of three basic symbols, viz. Earth, Heavens, and Humans. The relative positioning of these symbols determine the yin and yang of the vowels so formed.

I observed, that just by a simple repositioning of these symbols in a word leads to a transformation that forms another word (please refer the video). The meanings change and so does the yin and yang. Of course, a few liberties has been taken.

While translating, this essence is lost. However, the words have been highlighted (italicized) as an indication.

It is not a word by word translation, and every effort to read between the lines, and feel the embedded symbolism is highly appreciated.

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Monday, August 12, 2024

The Breathing Waters

The breathing waters

speak of Life,

the one that exists as a testament,

a testament to the Love

of the Sun and the Moon.

바다의 모든 물 한 방울은 숨을 쉰다

숨쉬는 바다는 생명을 말해준다...

증거로서 생명을 말해준다

태양과 달의 사랑의 증거이다.

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A little something:

On March 18, 2023, I took a boat to an island in the Arabian sea. The waters, which appeared to be alive and breathing, captivated me. I knew I need to put those feelings into words.

So, two days later, on March 20, 2023, I announced (to myself) that I will write about it.

More than a year later, I wrote some words...but they could barely scratch the surface of all the feelings that were felt, and all the thoughts that were lived on that day. And I still have unmaterialized emotions yet to see the light of thoughts, and possibly be framed in words.

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Monday, July 8, 2024

ଜହ୍ନର ସ୍ବପ୍ନ: Dream of the Moon

ତନ୍ଦ୍ରା ସୁରେ ଜହ୍ନ ନିଦ୍ରା ଯାଏ ଯେବେ,

ଭ୍ରମେ ସେ ସପନ ରାଇଜେ ।

ସେ ରାଇଜେ ଥାଏ ଶୂନ୍ଯର ଆକାଂକ୍ଷା,

ଶୂନ୍ଯ କୋଳେ ତିଳେ ଭ୍ରମ କାହିଁ ଯେ ?

ନାହିଁ ସେଠି ଧରା, ଦିଶେ ନାହିଁ ତାରା,

ନାହିଁ ମାନସିକ ଥାଳି, ଅବା ଅଲୋଡ଼ା ପସରା ।

ସେଠି ଅଛି ଅଭୁଲା ସେ ନିଶବ୍ଦର ଧ୍ବନି,

ଯେ ଧ୍ବନି ଗୁନ୍ଥିଥାଏ ଅର୍କାଲୋକ ମଧୁର ରାଗିଣୀ ।।

ଅର୍କାଲୋକ ରାଗିଣୀର ପ୍ରତିଟି ଛନ୍ଦରେ,

ଥାଏ କାହାଣୀ ମଧୁମୟ ପ୍ରତିଟି ପଦରେ ।

ନିଦ୍ରା ଗାଏ ତନ୍ଦ୍ରା ସୁରେ ଯେବେ ସେ କାହାଣୀ,

ମୁଗ୍ଧ ହୋଇ ଜହ୍ନ ହସେ ସେ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ କ୍ଷଣରେ ।।

Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Forelsket

The night brightened, the lightning smiled,

The thunder cooed, the sky was beguiled,
With the ambrosia from clouds, the earth was styled,
The air was perfumed and the Sunflower bud shined.

The bud bloomed, as the summer sang,
Far from the east, the ray of Sun sprang,
With a unique charm, embraced the Sunflower,
And adore of all the worlds he did shower.

Enamoured as one could be, the Sunflower has been...
Vowed her Love for eternities,
More than forever could have ever seen...
For theirs is a story, that Time has destined.

Thursday, April 25, 2024

Never-Ending Pages: ଅସରନ୍ତି ପୃଷ୍ଠା ସବୁ

ଚିରନ୍ତନ ସେ ପ୍ରେମ ପୁସ୍ତକର

ଅସରନ୍ତି ପୃଷ୍ଠା ସବୁ ଓଲଟାଇବା ବେଳେ

ଦୃଷ୍ଟି ରହିଗଲା ସେହି ପୃଷ୍ଠାଟିରେ

ପୃଷ୍ଠାର ନାମ "ଜୀବନ"...

ଅସୀମ ବହିର ସିମୀତ ସେ ଜୀବନ ଫର୍ଦ୍ଦରେ

ଅନେକ ଗାଥା ଅନେକ କାହାଣୀ

କିଛି ଇତି ହୁଏ, କିଛି ରହିଯାଏ ସେମିତି

କିନ୍ତୁ ସରେ ସେ ଯାତ୍ରା,

ଫେରେ ସେ ପଥ, ଦେଇ ଲେଉଟାଣି...

କିନ୍ତୁ ପ୍ରେମ...

ଅନନ୍ତ ଅସରନ୍ତି ଅଦ୍ଭୁତ ଚିର ଚଇତି

ନା ଅଛି ତା'ର ଆଦି,

ଅନ୍ତ ବା ତା'ର ହେବ କେମିତି!?

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A little something:

They say... Love is a page in the book of Life. But I believe, Life is a page in the book of Love. Even though the pages of Life is limited, this book called "Love" is never-ending, eternal.

It started with the thought: While skimming through the pages of (a book called) "Love", I stumbled upon a page which spelled "Life".

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Thursday, April 18, 2024

The Morning Spell

I woke up to the fragrance

Of a nautical twilight

And witnessed the smiling cuckoo's voice

Streaming through the room's skylight

A moment, and some more, passed by

As I waited there

Awaiting nothing

But I let the dreams fly

The tingling bells of my window chime

Chimed and clinked and twinkled

To the touch of the first rays of the sun

They sprinkled

Tales of the journey and moments of yore

That the sun listened

From far across the shore

They entailed the stories of the smiles

That jingled my heart strings

From three thousand and some miles

And I almost hear the voice

That melts my soul

And lets my heart rejoice

Upon the caress of the breeze

The wind chime calls again

And sings the song's bridge

That runs through its vein

With a smile in my heart

And dewy glimmer in my eyes

I go on with the day

As I glance towards the skies

The skies seemed fine

But were still under a spell

Possibly of that smile

And of the tingling bell

Wednesday, February 7, 2024

Arp 273

Across the expanses

In the vast fields of cosmos

A thousand flowers bloom

Twinkling and bright

Like woven in a starry loom

Like any other but unlike none

Stars in the fairy dust

Awaited there

For an epoch of dawn

And in a moment

That no one knows when

A marvel dove deep

In that sea of stars

In a dreamy leap

In sprinkles of blue

The vibrance of scarlet perfumed

In a connection moored by destiny

A cosmic rose bloomed

Thursday, January 25, 2024

The Cave

Meeting You

Was discovering

An unexplored cave in the wild.

Unintended. Unexpected.

(To say the least.)

It was so unfamiliar

Even though the cave fit

Almost perfectly

With the place where it was.

I was supposed to steer clear

Of the unknown

I was supposed to not dwell

In the woods either

I was supposed to avoid a venture.

Any venture.

Not anymore.

Not once more.

Yet I found myself marvelling

At the intricacies...

The light and the dark.

I walked in the paths

Laced with the fragrances

Of the flowers I revered

Of the sunlight I held dear

And of a mystical camphor-like breeze

That seemed to sooth my soul.

I knew I was there

But just to witness

The quirks of nature.

I knew I was there

But just to admire

The painter's work

As the colors blended

To form her heart's desire.

I knew I would recede my steps.

Sooner..

And wouldn't go any further.

But quirkiness

Has always been nature's nature

And vivacity

The artist's muse.

So I journeyed on

As the unclaimed paths in the cave

Claimed me as their own

I have gone

On and on

Discovering new flowers

And butterflies previously unknown

It still is a cave

With untraversed paths

And yet newer turns

Now I don't see a path

That returns

Is it because there isn't one

Or is it because

It's not what I seek anymore?

So, I keep going..

Exploring

The never ending abode

Of the cave

Because

Meeting You

Was discovering

An unexplored cave in the wild.

Unintended. Unexpected.

(To say the least)

But

Knowing You

Is the journey I take

To explore the cave in the light.

Desired. Wished.

(To say the least)

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