mrunalini-d-nimbalkar
F/India
The world is full of poetry. Writing works as a positive therapy reflecting my thoughts , feelings and love for life. Nature and surroundings inspire me so I keep expressing and impressing myself .I'm a Collector of all things good, to be Continued...
I want to do the impossible,
Fill colours in the bud;Stop me from the sky to the mud,
Stop me in every route possible—Be it the fire or the flood.
I will discover myself in the realm of my spud,
I will pass my own heart’s route to colour the rhythm of life with my blood.
Junoon (Deep Passion) in a frenzy,
the essence of me,
A journey for the world to see.
@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 2:12 AM UTC
In a whirling devotion a sacred line is spinned,
An aura of love gets pinned.
Sealing a deep connection in a rhythmic flow,
A peaceful smile and a divine glow,
Swirling in godly love steady and slow,
The dance of the dervish makes way to a paradise of infinite mercy,
Where the soul sheds its skin and the heart finds its certainty.
A cloak of shadow falls away to the floor,
As ivory petals bloom from a celestial core.
One hand reaches for the heavens, the other grants grace to the earth,
A bridge of flesh and spirit, witnessing a second birth.
The white robe blooms like a lotus in a sea of silent sound,
As the ego dissolves like sugar, leaving only the beloved found.
The dance a deep connection to the cosmic heavens above and the hallowed ground.
@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 5:21 AM UTC
In the quiet Aloka, where the human mind finds rest,
A peace dog follows the journey of a soul’s long quest.
Through the months of trial, an alchemy of stars begins,
As the peace walk cleanses the spirit of its former sins.
There seems to be absolute silence, but it speaks volumes,
The humane aspect that a four-legged consumes;
In the eyes, one gesture comes to the fore,
Love is speechless and delivers peace right before.
Across the Great Walk, with monks in saffron light,
He steps for a world that has forgotten what is right.
From Indian dust to the miles of a foreign shore,
He carries no banners, yet he settles the score.
Like the route of a wayfarer through the dark and unknown,
Life is a juggling of seeds that the heart has sown.
But every illuminator knows, when the shadows start to loom,
The light within the traveler is what makes the silence bloom.
@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
31.01.26
Dedicated to Aloka, the silent messenger of the World Peace Walk. From the streets of India to the long road for humanity, your steady paws lead the way where words fail.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 3:53 AM UTC
Spectra flair
A solar flare erupts, a silent, cosmic cry,
Hurling particles through the velvet of the sky.
They dance toward the poles, a rhythmic, light-filled race,
To craft an aurora, a veil of celestial grace.
Curtains of red, green, and blue begin to sway,
As the Northern Lights ignite the edge of day.
The sky in shades of neon, shifting in the dark,
Ignited by the solar wind’s electric, ghostly spark.
It is beauty beyond words, a shimmering, spectral flight,
Painting the freezing void with ribbons of living light..
A final surge, then softly they recede,
A silent story that the soul can read.
The sky grows still, the vibrant ribbons flee,
Yet light remains in all who stayed to see.
29.01.26
Mrunalini .D.Nimbalkar
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 6:12 AM UTC
Afterwards, the chai is cold,
a story finished, a secret told.
Afterwards, the flowers dry off,
in a brittle, velvet scoff.
Afterwards, the heart doesn’t really agree,
tied to a ghost it cannot see.
Afterwards; the people change
and drift beyond your reach and range.
Afterwards; the heart becomes more knowledgeable
but finds the truth is barely salvageable.
Afterwards; its too late
to close the heavy iron gate.
Afterwards, the seasons change,
Leaving the world silent and strange.
@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 11:53 AM UTC
Slithering swiftly through swampy lands, Virulence dripping through ravenous fangs.
The muscle twitches ,the grippling pain,
every move seems in vain,
The more the twist , more profound the strain.
Every moment is a losing game!
Scales cutting through the shin,
Jagged ,tangled and twisted herein,
Gigantic phyton of worries devours me from deep within.
©Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 12:07 PM UTC
Soflty curved her form takes flight,
yet hushly rests in the morning light.
The branch beneath forms a textured grace,holding stillness in its embrace .
Dipped in folly , unassumingly now she fell in love with melancholy.
Who can blind lovers eyes?
Time and test turn into spies.
Long trapped in the confines of own paradigm,
Now with a leap of faith ,
fluttering off the misunderstandings within.
Chirping freely because her trust is not on the branch but her wings ,
the beauty of love now she sings .
Distance is just a test to see how far love will travel.
The naunces of love it will unravel.
No matter how long it takes ,true love is always worth the wait .
within a flicker the dynamics change,
two souls; sing , dance and feelings exchange.
When the beat of the heart is all that can be heard,
The eyes glance each other ; no gesture required ,
Entwined in harmony , they form a inseperable bond .
True love stories never end be warned .
@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 11:34 AM UTC
Blessed is the soul that witnesses nature's poetic form,
fluttering wings ,wild floral blooms, pastels hues of early dawn .
Sunrise to sunsets , life carries its own weight,
making it a worthwhile journey one can bet.
Snippets of joy in every breath,
But pause to dive in the soul's depth.
The truth is just about to change ,
Where nature's gift is of self growth,
dwelling in it to and fro,
A subtle realisation; its only in the moment.
Nothing beyond and nothing permanent !
Glow and grow only to seize the day ,
for it's just in the Now; that one will stay .
@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 8:59 PM UTC
Peace is not just the absence of wrath ,
it is the very presence of wisdom,
the essence of love !
Sometimes , the most powerful thing that's to do is absolutely nothing !
@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 9:43 PM UTC
Staying happy is free of cost ,
exhibiting being happy comes at a cost !
@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC