In your light, I unlearn the dark,
its stiffened tongue, its cold resolve.
And I find instead a language made,
of warmth, of wind, of soft dissolves.

Love arrives not like thunder shouts,
but like a candle's trembling vow.
I feel it flickering against my ribs,
teaching my silence how.

In your beauty, verses form,
not sculpted, not conceived by mind.
But breathed, like morning on the rose,
a hush that petals leave behind.

Your grace makes metaphors collapse;
No simile can ever hold your flame.
Instead, I ink the hush between
your heartbeat and my name.

You dance inside my chest, unseen,
no witness, save this thrum I know.
A pulse of presence so profound,
it makes the blood inside me slow.

I do not speak to you, still you move,
a swirl behind my every sigh.
And when I glimpse you, rare and true,
a sacred star falls through my sky.

That sight becomes this trembling art,
not mine, but merely channelled breath.
A prayer-shaped hush, a flame-writ line,
that dares to love beyond all death.

You are the muse, the moon, the sea,
the silence in the shell I chart.
And in the unseen, you shape my song,
where deep in your being, I become art.

Is there any
catching you
before I fall away?
Because I am finally tired
of falling apart
and feeling small
in a big way

Even in times of uncertainty,
you are my only dream:
if this dream is turning
into my greatest nightmare
where I stood tall,
ready to give you the earth,
mountains and seas
only to watch you leave,
then I will just leave
before I hit the ground

There’s no need to panic,
I’m not gonna freak out,
I know you’re coming with me
I will wait patiently,
take personal time
to become whole-
stop walking away
before you miss ‘us’
and find yourself up late,
all alone
playing our favorite re-runs
looking for the same escape
that you’ve left me in
to re-learn how to grow

We started out on
a rocky landing,
my mentality set in dismay
only for the road to crumble
right when your heart
wasn’t set on giving up,
and to hold on in the way
that you have,
I can’t tell you less than
it was a life you saved
in order to create
our new world
and be on the right path

And it was then when
I became forever yours;
we shouldn’t dispose of
the sweat and tears
used to keep this road paved,
right when I’m about to
turn the corner-
we’re hanging on
by one last wish,
and if you’d have me
I’d like it to be long-lasting
because our love,
it flows automatic

A glutton for devotion,
is what I would say of myself.
Reserved only for singular reverence.
Chainlink fence around portrait perimeter.

Love lies lusciously
where the marvelous maple
lets leaves lay in the autumn.
Core, contained in a thick cluster of
counterculture conscience.

Averse to all wealth, save
the cornucopia held
within my sternum.

What good is light for the stars,
when the stars are blind, my love?
If stars were to trade their fire and bright
to see for just one day and one night,

would there still be light, my love?

Still, how can stars ever see,
if others don’t sacrifice their sight?

Then—
can you count how many would be
willing to do it for others,
and be the ones we truly love?

Your voice, a lullaby
to my restless nights—
an embrace from
someone I’ve never known.

It lays down with me
here in my tomb,
awaiting ascension.
It knocks at the sepulchre
of my subconscious.

I yearn to know you.
Your rituals are devotions.
I long to learn from the gods.
Divinity has graced this sepulchre,
tapping the hard walls of this tomb.

Is this the voice of salvation,
or an echo of loss?
Am I ascending to heaven,
or are you descending with me to hell?

Your voice digs deep into my core,
down to my stone-cold being.
My flesh has rotted—
bled down to the marrow—
yet the feathers of your wings
have graced my lost soul.

In this sepulchre,
you knocked at my tomb.
You offered no redemption—
yet your presence is a confession.

A siren with feathers,
your presence lingers,
even without knowing you.

Your soul echoes within me.
Your songs, are sacred runes—
they cry and bleed,
like the river that flows through me.

Something ancient awakes,
knocking on these sepulchre walls.
It transcends heaven, hell, and earth—
an otherworldly communion,
carved out beyond mortal flesh.

Your voice lies beside me in this tomb.
A lingering presence,
keeping me grounded
as I await ascension.


- N.V. 🥀

Dear Mother Kali
Thank you
For blessing me
With your loving child
For however long
And however short

And let me love her
How she needs
Not how I want

Be the guileless guide
The sail that meets her sea
For I am a missing piece
But to a different puzzle

Let me understand
I do not need to be
Congruent or aligned
There's a beauty in
The authentic blind

And though I do not fit
Let me meet life
Where it touches
And love from where I stand

As I meet life
Where it needs me
Not by ego design

For I am the Cathedral
That never got quite finished
Like they say
A work in progress

But just because there's
Gaps in the roof
It does not mean
On this sunny day
My Heart cant sing.

जन्म दिलास तूच मला,
आणि तूच मला वाढविलं,
सोनेरी दागिन्यासारखं एकदम
तूच मला घडविलं.

कधी चुकलो तर ओरडलीस मला,
कधी प्रेमाने जवळ घेतलंस,
कधी लागेल असं बोललीस मला,
कधी काळजीने पांघरूण घातलंस.

झेलल्यास माझ्या अडचणी
स्वतःवर तू सर्व,
आईसारखं नातं बनवणारा
थोडाच आहे तो निसर्ग.

कितीही काहीही झालं तरी
नाही देणार मी तुला अंतर,
आयुष्याच्या शेवटपर्यंत तुझ्यावर
प्रेम करीन मी निरंतर.