I sit with tea, bold and warm,
as rain hums its endless charm.
The earth sighs, a scent so deep,
a fragrance the heavens keep.
Drops dance upon my outstretched skin,
a memory lingers—where to begin?
She was there, a fleeting stay,
if only time had let her sway.
Destiny, oh, a playful tease,
sometimes kind, sometimes a tease.
It brings us close, then pulls away,
a cruel yet wistful child's play.
Yet I won't chase, I won’t demand,
for fate unfolds with unseen hands.
I fear to test what’s meant to be,
but faith—oh, that I set free.
For Krishna, Mahadev, Maa Durga bright,
belief stands firm in endless night.
Do my part, then let it flow,
the rest is not for me to know.
And though that moment hasn’t yet come,
I trust it beats like a silent drum.
For when heart and fate align as one,
the story’s written, never undone.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 3:01 PM UTC
I sit with tea, bold and warm,
as rain hums its endless charm.
The earth sighs, a scent so deep,
a fragrance the heavens keep.
Drops dance upon my outstretched skin,
a memory lingers—where to begin?
She was there, a fleeting stay,
if only time had let her sway.
Destiny, oh, a playful tease,
sometimes kind, sometimes a tease.
It brings us close, then pulls away,
a cruel yet wistful child's play.
Yet I won't chase, I won’t demand,
for fate unfolds with unseen hands.
I fear to test what’s meant to be,
but faith—oh, that I set free.
For Krishna, Mahadev, Maa Durga bright,
belief stands firm in endless night.
Do my part, then let it flow,
the rest is not for me to know.
And though that moment hasn’t yet come,
I trust it beats like a silent drum.
For when heart and fate align as one,
the story’s written, never undone.
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