13 people under one roof—Papa, Mom, three sisters, one brother, Papa’s brother (Chacha ji) and his wife (Chachi ji), my two cousins, Grandfather, Granny, and Aunt Lata (Granny’s unmarried daughter). Let me introduce myself and my…
Hammering inside the head,No big things—just a mess of threads.Dare not underestimate them—Like a stubborn child,Crying, howling all the time.I wonder how they manage,Breaks give them life. PoemAs I go deep,Each thought and conflict holds the…
My commitment to you would be a lie—Let me be truthful; I will always be.The only commitment is to myself.Despite everything, I will follow my heart. Poem We are changing all the time—And accepting that,I find…
Fears are not gone by words.In stillness,a fire arises—and the past evaporates.With brand new confidence,One gets to write a new page. Poem Everyone touches silence; the challenge is to stay,to hold it gently, not drift away.Who…
I wondered how to be aware.I started walking slowly.Voices crowded my head—Familiar and annoying,Suddenly, my attention landed on my breath.I became a little more brave. Keeping the SilenceEveryone feels the silence—It’s not a big thing.It lies…
What the galaxies are made of,What lies beneath the sea—It’s lovely to see,But does not take me.What is within,Each time I learn a little,It opens sky to me,Oh my God, how are you?So wild, beautifully mad—To…
There is no doubt that truth finally wins.But what about the long road she walked alone? Even if it's hard-Would the child still choose the same? Pursuing the talent—Is a natural meditation.In difficult times,One knows how…
I wonder how her children stay safeOn that delicate branch even the shaking winds cannot make them fall.Who guides them home?How do they find their daily bread?Without a word, they learn to fly,to live,to survive—Rhythm of…
Pushing hard to be aware all the time—It might be a stress, like chasing the wind, grasping the sky,Forgetting that silence knows best.Trying to stay with whatever is there inside. The ChoicesIt seems nothing rests in…
Duality helps to grow—The beauty of mistakes.Also, leads usto meet ourselves,to see—What is truly there inside. Poem When silence dawns,and one sees what rises within—Ah, it is stress...it is fear.Thank God,I got some work to do…