The mind whispers,walk the path of dharma,like Arjuna, with his bow drawn tight.

The heart replies, let me offer love into it,like Meera, singing to her Krishna through the night.

Situations whirl around me.

Like the churning of the cosmic ocean—Samudra Manthan

Where every choice pulls like devas and asuras

Tugging between what’s right… and what’s desired.

But my soul, ancient and still,speaks in the voice of Vishnu, resting upon Ananta.

Soft, eternal, and unshaken

Do what is necessary

Time moves—like Shiva in his Tandava

Moments rise and fall

Karma spins its golden wheel.

In the center of it all

Like a flickering diya in the wind

Like Draupadi with folded hands

I stood… still.

Not knowing what’s right and what’s desired.

Until something touched me

Not a voice, not a word,but a divine light

Like the jyoti of Arunachala.

The kind of light Yashoda must’ve See when she looked into Krishna’s mouth and saw the universe.

It said:

When your heart and mind stop their war and start walking together,like Lakshmi beside Vishnu grace flows into action.

Miracles don’t just visit…They begin to live in you.

When your soul accepts the leela,when it bends with the time,even suffering becomes prasad.

Even poison, like Neelakantha’s, becomes a sacred strength.

So I bow

Not in surrender,but in sacred acceptance.

I do not run after answers.

I do not ask the winds to calm.

I walk the sacred thread—that unseen sutra,woven by Saraswati’s wisdom and Sita’s silence.

That ties duty to devotion.

Lets love carry its weight.

With no need for reward.

Freedom

One word to say, so easy to sound,
A word so simple, yet so profound.
Is it the right to go anywhere?
Or the wisdom to know where we’re needed?
Is it the right to do anything we wish?
Or the strength to do what must be done?
Want—four letters, a fleeting desire.
Need—four letters, a guiding fire.
Both seem the same, both quick to say,
Yet one fades, while the other stays.
Why does need always prevail?
Why does want so often fail?
Why does necessity hold the throne,while desire stands alone?
Perhaps freedom is not just a choice,
But the courage to listen to life’s voice.
Not just the right to chase our dreams,
But the wisdom to know what truly redeems.
True freedom is not in doing it all,
But in knowing when to rise and when to fall.

Who am I?

Am I Radha who lived in every corner of your mind,yet was never written in your fate?

Am I Rukmini bound to you by dharma and destiny,yet forever wondering if your heart truly called out my name?

Am I Sati who burned in silence,leaving in the middle of our journey,because the world failed to see what we shared?

Am I Seetha tested by time,separated by fate,yet tied to you in an unspoken promise?

Am I Shakuntala forgotten in your memory, yet carrying the seed of our love in silence?

Am I Damyanti who chose love over kingdom,when the world saw only a queen lost?

Am I Sathyabhama whom you won like a prize, a gift of pride?

Am I Lakshmi always seen at your feet?

But now, after walking through the fire of my own questions,after analysing every role the world gave me I know who I truly am.

I am Radha,who let go, not out of weakness,but out of love strong enough to set you free.

I am Rukmini,who can fight with the world even with my own blood to stand beside you when no one else will.

I am Parvathi,reborn in different forms,
yet always drawn to you by the same soul thread.

I am Seetha,who may wander forests and endure storms,but my heart never forgets the rhythm of yours.

I am Shakuntala,who waited with dignity,
Knowing love never begs, only believes.

I am Damyanti,who walked through ruin and shadow,to reach the one my soul chose.

I am Sathyabhama, who killed my son to protect you.

I am Lakshmi,rhythm of your breath,the calm in your chaos.

I am the one
Filled with love,
Enriched with dharma,
Groomed with peace.

Among eight billion choices,

I chose the one whose heart doesn’t beat for me.

I chose the one who wasn’t born for me.

I chose the one who doesn’t even know me.

I wondered why… until one night, I understood.

Because—

He is the Dasharatha Nandana, every girl dreams of.

He is the Devaki Nandana ,every mother longs for.

He is the Rama,the strength every sibling leans on.

He is the Sri Krishna,the friend every Sudhama needs.

He is the dream, that lingers even when I wake.

He is the story, written in every heart.

He is the sun, that brightens the darkest days.

He is the river, that never stops flowing.

He is the wind ,that carries whispered prayers.

He is the word,that even a thousand words fail to define.

He is the nature, embracing endless miracles.

He is the ocean, holding countless mysteries.

He is the light, breaking through the darkness.

He is not mine, yet he belongs to all.

He is not just a person, but a presence .

A force, a legend, a name whispered in every era.

He is beyond dreams, beyond time.

Yet, he is the one my heart recognizes.

A Beloved of the Universe, A Stranger to Me.

A Love Meant for All, But Never for Me.

The Distance Between My Prayer and His Name.

Devotion Without a Destination.

Dull to many, yet a gateway to my imagination.
Frustrating to some, yet a melody that soothes my soul.
Overlooked by most, yet a divine gift I embrace without hesitation.
Seen as wasted time, yet a rhythm that dances with my heart.

It pulls me into unseen worlds.
Paints stories upon my mind.
Whispers poetry to my soul.
Sings in harmony with my heart.
Lets moments drift like waves kissing the shore.

A cool breeze on a scorching noon.
A refuge in the midst of a storm.
A companion on the endless journey of life.

Waiting isn’t emptiness,it’s space for dreams to bloom.
Waiting isn’t an interruption,it’s an invitation.
Waiting isn’t a pause, it’s a rhythm that time composes.
Waiting isn’t a chore,it’s a dance of patience.

I tried to erase your file
But the system hesitated
An error thrown
"Too large to delete"
Yet the process had already begun Recursive loop had started
Unearthing forgotten unformatted data
Memory overflowed
Buffers shattered
System crashed
Only corrupted data remained

You are the earth - revolves around the sun.
I am the moon - revolves around the earth.
Every day you wait for the sunrise even knowing the sunset will take place.
Every night I long for Pournami’s light
Yet embrace Amavasya lost in the night.
You are the last page in the book I adore.
I am the first page in the book you choose to ignore.
I cannot close what you cannot start.
This unspoken word can never be said.
The end of the joy which never felt.
The end of the warmth never left.
The end of the journey was never planned.
The end of the story which never begins.
A dream that time and fate refused to pursue.