Even after fading away,
No one kept any trace!

Even after expressing love,
No one valued the grace!

Even after holding grudges,
No one came to erase!

I have seen;
Quietly understood,
Somewhat learned;
At day’s end,
I am my own concern!

So; I chose to be my own smile.
In the embrace of laughter,
hid the trials a while!

Lessening love’s expression,
became a little subdued.
Instead of resentment,
Learned to complain a bit—
mood renewed!

Finally; in this cruelest of earth’s dome,
Leaving the life of a flower bud’s home,

Now at last,
Let me be a hard stone—
standing alone!

If you are the sky,
Then I wish to be the cloud.

If you are the cloud,
Then I wish to be its rain.

If you are the rain,
Then I am the earth it soaks.

Just as the earth absorbs every drop,
I too long to absorb every bit of your love.

That love—
Which is meant for me alone.

Does Anyone Fall in Love—
Knowingly?

If people fell in love by careful choice,
The world would fight over the most perfect one.

Falling in love doesn't require the perfect time,
Nor does it ask for judgment or reason.

No one can ever say for sure—
When, how, or with whom,
the heart will drown in love.

But suddenly,
when someone’s absence
Feels like an emptiness echoing in your chest—
That feeling gently whispers;

"Love has come
and knocking at your door,
Open your heart,
and welcome it with warmth."

i want to tangle your
neatly arranged life—
in the most beautiful chaos.

I want to be the corner of a scarf,
wiping away the sweat
from your tired brow.

I want to be the hand
that gently tucks in your scattered hair
across your forehead.

I want to be the reason—
you’re interrupted mid-work,
just a little annoyed,
But smiling still.

At the end of your exhausting day,
I want to be the peaceful sleep
that holds you close.

I want to be the reason
a smile blossoms on your lips,
even in the depths of your sorrow.

I want to be the beloved one—
in your love-soaked evenings.

Will you,
be my lover?

In your sky,
I long to be that moon—
the one you gaze at in wonder.

In your sweltering heat,
I wish to be the breeze—
gently brushing across your skin.

I wish to earn the right
to wipe the dampness from your hair,
with care only love can hold.

On your lips,
let me be the reason
for those sudden, silent smiles.

Let me be the woman
who holds the sacred right—
to your soul, your silence, your storm.

I want to walk beside you,
with every step you take.

And in the end,
I want nothing more
than to be yours—
only yours.

Will you give me that right?

No word, no phrase I know—
can truly explain who you are.

In a world of countless stars and skies,
you alone are my guiding star.

Even if I journey the whole wide Earth,
my weary eyes will always come to rest—
on you, and only you.

In the wildfire of some distant spring,
I know you’ll return!

Even if you come
Only after I’ve burned to ash
In that very blaze—
Still, you’ll return.

Even if it's just
To cradle the charred remains of my heart,
To hold onto the grief I left behind—
I know you'll return.

You have to return.
Someday. Somehow.

Perhaps to give something…
Or maybe, to take something away.