|| Loveless yet Faithful ||

Alone I sit, with thoughts that burn,

through endless circles, my soul must turn.
I carry your name through realms unseen,
To places where mortal hearts have never been.

Your voice is prayer, your touch is flame,
I seek your soul though none proclaim.
Among the strangers, I call your face,
My laughter fades in the empty space.

The chariot rides of night and day,
Bring visions where your shadows play.
For love once kissed, it cannot depart,
It carved its truth in my aching heart.

The sunsets bleed in colors divine,
Each breath entwines your soul with mine.
Once I asked the heavens, why give, then take?
Now I trust the weave the fates still make.

For stars have written what time denies,
A love reborn, it never dies.
Though worlds may end, and flesh may fall,
The soul remembers, beyond it all.

Your kindness glows, your touch still stays,
A light that guides through endless days.
No universe could ever sever,
The vow I’ve whispered—forever, forever.

So let the cosmos shift and bend,
Our boundless story will not end.
If not in this life, the next shall be,
Your soul is destined to walk with me.

And if denied, I’ll love you still,
With a broken heart, yet steadfast will.
For when my spirit to God ascends,
I’ll find you again—where time suspends.

#Moonshines

|| What Am I, My Krishna? ||

Draped in white, with eyes of night,

Lips like dawn in tender light.

A heart once scarred, yet fierce with flame,

To see you again—oh, joy, oh pain.

Was it a cliff, a fall, a flight?

A shadowed wrong, or sacred right?

Balance me, if love be true,

For every breath still leads to you.

Your words rang pure, my soul confessed,

Two wounded hearts still beat their best.

No future known, no promise clear,

Yet soul to soul, you draw me near.

Our hug spoke prayers we could not say,

Our silence carved a brighter way.

Ever seen a heart turn free—

Bairagi lost in ecstasy?

This love’s no sin, it feels divine,

Like Krishna’s flute—it once was mine.

If wrong be right when I love you,

Then Radha’s fire still burns me through.

O Krishna, hear this mortal’s plea,

Untangle fate, set spirit free.

If he is mine, then let it show,

If not, then bid his shadow go.

But keep him blessed in every part,

For he still dwells within my heart.

Scarred, yet whole, my soul is his,

And always, Krishna, always Yours is this.

I surrender, a riddle untold—

A flame of love, both fierce and cold.

What am I—devotion, fire, or plea?

Perhaps, my Krishna… I’m all three.

#Moonshines

|| Golden Hour Sips ||

I say I’ve changed,

Not in many ways,

But time has shaped me

Through countless days.

In my chain of thoughts, I walk, I run,

I stumble, I fall beneath the sun—

But now my heart no longer cries

For things beyond where control lies.

Now when the breeze touches my face,

It doesn’t bring you or your trace.

It sings of the woman, strong and kind,

With fire in heart and peace in mind.

She works so hard, she loves much more,

She gives her all, yet asks no score.

This breeze is hers—it lifts her high,

Her pride, her joy, beneath the sky.

This is her moment, calm and sweet,

With setting sun and tired feet.

Her cup of tea, her time, her space—

A world of stillness, soft embrace.

Within this sunset’s golden light,

Her eyes now shimmer, soft and bright.

She sees the birds fly back to nest,

And finds a quiet in her chest.

To her, this time’s a sacred thing—

A pause the busy days don’t bring.

And as the sky turns dusk and blue,

Her spirit soars and dances too.

It dawns the heart of a little girl,

Untamed and free, in a gentler world.

Her heart once bruised is now made whole,

And ventures out, a fearless soul.

In clouds that drift, she’s calm, yet wild,

Both curious and nature’s child.

She smiles at life, at joy, at skies,

With wonder blooming in her eyes.

And so she sits in quiet glee,

Each Sunday on her balcony.

The sky, the breeze, the fading light—

She holds them close, her heart made right.