The sparkle in her eyes,                                                            ­                      
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get fainter every day,                                                             ­                     
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no one can deny,                                                            ­                                                      
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that she's fading away                                                             ­                           
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Sometimes she doesn't speak,                                                           ­           
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there're times she won't eat                                                              ­                          
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We watch her grow weak,                                                            ­                  
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as we tend to her needs                                                            ­                  
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There're days she lays in bed all day,                                                             ­ 
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up inside her head it's okay                                                             ­               
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Her memories become a haze,                                                            ­          
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bringing smiles that quickly fade                                                             ­         
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I wonder what she's thinking today,                                                           ­ 
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you never know what she'll say                                                              ­          
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Her skin like tissues in my hands,                                                           ­     
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she says things we don't understand                                                       ­     
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  We all love her the best we can,                                                             ­ 
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she is such a strong woman                                                            ­                
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  Pict­ures of family on the wall,                                                            ­        
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  nursing station down the hall                                                             ­           
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We can't invoke new memories                                                         ­                                       
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but that doesn't stop us from trying                                                           ­ 
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Some day's we feel like crying,                                                          ­          
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while we love her while she's dying

baby, don't
misunderstand

internal
struggles
are a mess

all i've got
is hope

that one day,
i'll find solid
ground

so i can return
to myself

and safely land.

return to sender,
i will not surrender;

this postcard is
a testament.

i promise you that
my will is strong,

and i will find
solace and center

because
i didn't make
it this far

to give up
on a future
together,

forever.

so baby, please
understand

internal
struggles
are a mess.

all i've
got is hope

and my word
that one day,

i'll return
to myself

and safely land.

You'll love me as long as I say
the things you want me to say.
And if I don't tell you you're lovely,
your love seems to fade away.

But you'll love me if I know the way,
the way that I've learnt to convey,
to speak in the way that you taught me,
so your love isn't taken away.

And it's making me feel quite lonely,
all these words that you're making me say.
I don't even think that you'd know me,
if we spoke when you couldn't see my face.

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.

Passion drives poetry
Aligning my imagery

With truths deep inside of me
I’ve longed to break free

From suffering and hate
From chucking dinner plates

I reflect sipping nectar
Seeing how I got better

Feeling all I’ve conquered
All I have sobered

Now I glow, illuminate
Engrained in this trait

Growing never knowing
Destinations all fake

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.