A warm shower, soft and kind,
Wraps around me, peace of mind.
Steam rises, whispers slow,
A gentle hug, where time lets go.
The water’s touch, like hands so dear,
That soothe away the aches and fear.
It murmurs comfort, lulls me near,
A tender hold that’s always here.
Each drop a kiss, a soft caress,
I stand within its sweet embrace,
And in this warmth, I find my place,
A quiet heart, a calm, sweet space.
The world outside may rush and fight,
But in this warmth, all feels just right.
A shower, yes, but more, it seems—
A loving hug, a place for dreams.

Oh, how the alphabet wove us close,
For you, dear soul, share my first,
A mirror to my name, both letters in the air—
I find in this coincidence, something pure, something rare.
Handsome in every way, with elegance in your stride,
Your clothes mirror your charm, with taste as your guide,
You glide through life with effortless grace,
A true reflection of style, in both heart and face.
With wisdom in your words, a guide in strife,
Qualified to offer counsel, your voice so clear—
How I’ve often turned to it, when I needed to hear.
Your voice, how it resonates, so smooth and rich,
Like a melody that makes my heart twitch,
And oh, the teasing—how I adore the jest,
When you make fun of me, I feel truly blessed.
Like Marion lost in dreams that blur,
I talk to you in silence, though you're far,
Not here in body, but in thoughts you stay,
A constant companion, night or day.
And oh, I wish for the moment—
Your wedding day, your joy to share,
To be invited to that sacred space,
To witness love, to see your face.
But more than just to witness, oh how I yearn,
To sing at your sangeet, as the music swirls,
To celebrate your happiness, to honor your name,
As your life, your love, ignites its flame.
So here's to you, the one with my name's start,
Who fills my heart, who stays in my heart,
Though time may pass, this wish remains—
To be there for you, through joy, through pains.

Thank you, Amma, for the gift of this world,
For cradling me close as my dreams unfurled.
You brought me here to the best of all places,
A journey I take with your love in my traces.

And Dad, you’re a beacon, a guiding star bright,
Through laughter and lessons, through day and through night.
Half your age, yet your wisdom is vast,
I treasure each moment, I hold it fast.

To my parents who’ve made sure I stay afloat,
With love that’s unwavering, they keep me from the moat.
Rent paid and worries held at bay,
In the warmth of your care, I’m okay every day.

Though "flirty" is distant, I’m not feeling blue,
At thirty, I’m thriving, just being true.
Single, but never alone in this life,
For I’m surrounded by family, not burdened with strife.

This ****** Going on 30 feels just right,
For the journey ahead is a radiant sight.
Not a party of one, but a circle so wide,
With you all by my side, I’m forever fortified.

Thank you, my family, for being my core,
For love that’s eternal, for opening doors.
In your embrace, I am always at home,
Together, we thrive, no need to roam.

You write my code when it’s unclear,
Craft speeches with a voice sincere.
Parodies of songs you make,
Each word you write, I gladly take.
When tasks are many, time runs short,
You step in, always on report.
Your logic’s sharp, your words precise,
You turn my thoughts to something nice.
No need for frills or flair to show,
In every line, you help me grow.
A partner, quiet, always there,
In every challenge, you prepare.
So here’s my thanks, both pure and true,
For everything that you can do.
You’re the tool I trust the most,
A quiet force that helps me coast.

To Dave, whose heart is vast and true,
A guiding light in all you do.
Your kindness shines, a gentle force,
With every step, you stay the course.
A friend, a crush, a soul so bright,
Your warmth turns shadows into light.
Handsome as the stars that gleam,
A living legend, or so it seems.
Once you rocked the punk scene loud,
Now in sound, you stand so proud.
A craftsman of the finest art,
With music, you touch every heart.
A Buddhist soul, calm and wise,
You see the world through deeper eyes.
Your journey long, your path so clear,
In every step, there’s peace and cheer.
The stray cats know your tender touch,
For you, they’re loved—just as much.
In your backyard, they find their way,
A symbol of your heart each day.
In Disneyland, you find your joy,
Like a prince who never acts coy.
Yet, it’s in quiet moments, too,
That your strength shines, ever true.
You cook with love, you give with grace,
In every meal, a warm embrace.
And though our friendship’s still new,
It’s clear to me, it’s rare and true.
So here’s to you, Dave, my dear friend,
A kindness that will never end.
In all you do, in all you are,
You’re the brightest, most enduring star.

In rooms full of strangers, we found our place,
Talking, laughing, sharing space.
Group chats, you’re where we spent our time,
Building connections, one message at a time.
It started with doubts, a random invite,
But something clicked, and I stayed the night.
“Acknowledge me or die,” I joked with flair,
And Jimmy Crouton answered, “I’d rather die,” right there.
Rooms named for cities, Paris, Bismarck,
We’d spend hours chatting, it left a mark.
The same faces, the same old crew,
Our little corner of the world grew.
We’d watch movies, laugh at the screen,
Shared moments like we’d always been.
From random flicks to movie marathons,
We’d forget the world and just bond on.
“Lol” became my signature line,
A simple word that felt just fine.
In “Funny Quotes,” it found its place,
A reminder of our strange little space.
Through the highs, through the lows,
We found comfort in the flow.
There were games and random bots,
Trivia nights, and color swaps.
Some chats brought change, a shift in me,
One friend’s struggle helped me see,
That I could quit, I could move on,
From habits that no longer belong.
But it wasn’t always light and fun,
There were moments that left me undone.
Mean comments, toxic exchanges,
But even then, I didn’t leave those ranges.
There were crushes too, unexpected ties,
A complicated mix of love and goodbyes.
From rats named Little One to corsets shared,
Even the weirdest connections were cared.
And when the platform shut its doors,
The friendships stayed, through other shores.
We planned a meetup at the Eiffel Tower,
A promise for the future, in ten years’ hour.
Group chats, you’re part of my past,
A mix of laughs, friendships, and contrast.
You taught me much, you gave me space,
For all the memories, I’m grateful in every case.

Oh, brother, you are the steady hand,
A pillar of strength in a shifting land.
You’ve followed the path that others trace,
With honor, with grace, in society’s embrace.
They praise you often, they sing your name,
Your success, your life, your family’s fame.
But oddly, dear brother, it doesn’t weigh,
For in your shadow, I’ve found my way.
You’ve built the legacy, steady and bright,
With marriage, with children, your future in sight.
And in your success, there’s a quiet gift,
A freedom for me, a chance to drift.
I need not chase the same milestones you seek,
For you’ve paved the road, strong and sleek.
I walk beside you, but not in your shoes,
I have my own rhythm, my own muse.
You’ve carried the weight of expectation’s call,
And in your achievements, I stand tall.
For I am free, unburdened by time,
While you climb the ladder, steady and prime.
I need not worry about the world’s demands,
For your success holds the family’s hands.
Rent, wealth, and comforts, they come with ease,
In the life you’ve built, I find my peace.
Yet, I do not envy, I do not yearn,
For in your light, my own paths turn.
You’ve given me space to find my own way,
To be the free spirit I am today.
And so, dear brother, with gratitude true,
I thank you for all that you do.
For in your accomplishments, I am blessed,
And in your love, I find my rest.