In the tranquil woods,
I wander,
each tree a thought,
each breeze a lesson.

Remind me,
in every pathway,
I am part of it all,
in this art,
called life.

Love,
in its calm,
feels like breathing,
quiet,
steady,
always there.

The drive is long,
the wind colder.

Mist hides the stars,
maybe they were never there.

The scent of rain,
softens the world,
our eyes close,
the moment feels,
gold.

Sky so blue,
we walk as one.

Wind so soothing,
our fingers brush.

Eyes so deep,
I couldn't return.
Or maybe,
loved, then lost.

What did your parents tell each other,
Why did they say that to one another,
When you were born to them in that weather?

Aapse mil kar Khushi hui!

Your name is Khushi,
And Khushi means happiness,
Your parents felt glad on meeting each other.

And I bet that they were happy when you were born.

I feel so small,
yet so do the stars,
when seen from afar,
they shine through the scars.

Amidst the crowd,
I try to see.
Him unknown,
a mystery to me.

Gaze met once,
a fleeting chance.
I told myself,
no mutual glance.

Calmness,
felt heavier
than it had ever been.

I sense the future,
but lack the courage
to reveal.

A perfect moment,
to step,
into the storm.

Two strangers,
met by chance,
stealing glances.

A warmth lingered,
but vanished
as soon as it appeared.