Lolo’s Funny World, Chapter -1
My Clueless Family and Me I was born into what I like to call a human zoo. We were 13 under one roof—Papa, Mom, three sisters (including me), one brother, Papa’s brother (Chacha ji) and his…
Mess of Threads
PoemHammering inside the head,No big things, just a mess of threads.I dare not underestimate them—Like a stubborn child,Crying, hauling all the time.I wonder how they manage...A short nap gives them life. PoemAs I go deep,Everything grips…
Commitment
Poem 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.The river flows—with only one stopping point.We push ourselves too…
Self- Love
FearFears are not gone by words,Impulsive actions bring no lasting change.What’s buried deep remains the same.Courageous is the one who observes—With stillness in the heart, confidence takes place,Fear evaporates.One knows what to say—And when. PoemBurdens of…
Slow Down
Poem So absorbed in all I do,With voices calling, pulling through—A quiet whisper comes to me:“Slow down, Vanisha… let yourself be.”Chasing tasks that never end,Leaves no time for soul to mend. Poem The questions rise like…
The Greater Mystery
What the galaxies are made of,What lies beneath the sea—It’s lovely to see,But it does not take me.More beautiful is knowing what’s within.Each time I learn a little,It opens me like the sky,And makes me ask:…
Roots
The Quiet PreparationThere is no doubt that truth finally wins.But what about the long road she walked alone?I asked my child, "Even if it's hard—Would you still choose the same?" A child pursuing her talent—Is a…
Nature My Teacher
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—Every rhythm…
To Be
To be was always natural to me,Yet something was missing—Some pauses, some breaks...How can one detach when one is never attached? The Weight of AwarenessPushing hard to be aware all the time—It might be a stress,…
Duality
PoemSo-called perfection feels incomplete,Something is missing—A love between perfection and imperfection,Still unfolding within. DualityDuality plays a great role,Helping us learn and grow.When I understood,I loved myself even more. Inner DebateBefore reacting,I heard them inside,Like two lawyers…