🌸|| IN MY STORIES, IN MY STARS, HE EXISTED ALL ALONG ||🌸

To the man I wrote of in my stories,

In dreams penned softly through my glories,

Never knew meeting you would be so unexpected,

A twist of fate divinely connected.

In my prayers and in my breath,

On days before we ever met,

You existed — always, unseen,

In moments crafted in my mind’s serene.

The simplicity, the duality of living,

Throws me to realms both fierce and forgiving,

Two wanderers walking alone through the night,

Filling the parts life kept out of sight.

Faith prevails, it always does,

Guided by blessings from above,

My heart made edits — soft corrections,

Shielding itself from missed connections.

Each day lived with trust and surrender,

With a love that feels both fierce and tender.

Hey Krishna,

Hey Bhole,

Thank You — I whisper, I say.

I don’t know what the future holds,

Time’s story waits, yet to unfold,

But with a bowed head and folded hands,

I thank You both for life’s sweet plans.

For You sent me a man who guards my soul,

Who loves me full, who makes me whole,

A heart that matches my rhythm, my measure,

Turning moments to magic, pain into pleasure.

To me, love has no bounds or chains,

No walls, no rules, no worldly stains,

It breathes devotion, respect, desire—

A vow that burns with sacred fire.

Beyond the noise of expectation,

Past judgment, doubts, or hesitation,

Keep him safe, protected, blessed,

In Your light where love finds rest.

Bind our spirits, guide our way,

In every twilight, night, and day —

For this love is pure, divine, and true,

A gift from me to him, from You to us two. ✨ 

#Moonshines

|| Did Radha Forget, or Does Krishna Delay? ||

 

By the river I sat, my thoughts running wild,

A heart too restless, too tender, too styled.

“Why am I extra?” I whispered in pain,

With feelings too heavy for mortals to contain.

So extra, I cannot shove love down my throat,

A ship overloaded, yet forced still to float.

Tell me, O Radha, you goddess of flame,

Did you once wander through sorrows the same?

Was your love also more loss than delight,

A battle of longing by day and by night?

Did your heart shatter, trampled and torn,

By footsteps of many who left you forlorn?

And yet, through your tale, my hope still survives,

Your faith in Krishna keeps lighting my skies.

But tell me, dear Rani, did you forget me?

Or send me the broken, and leave me to be?

For if a soul waits, my other, my part,

Where is he hiding, that thief of my heart?

Does he not search for me, lost in the crowd,

Does he not cry my name softly, aloud?

How is he sane, when the moonlight does glow,

Not aching to wonder where his Beloved goes?

If he is my Krishna, then send him my way,

Or end this charade, this tiresome play.

For life turns brutal when hearts have no home,

When sweetness devours and kindness can roam.

It swallows you whole, then spits you back out,

A cycle of silence, of ache, and of doubt.

So stop with the trials, stop with the pain,

Stop with this endless, invisible chain.

And if you despise me, O Radha, just say,

I’ll silence this heart and let reason hold sway.

Then death may be kinder, less bitter, less wild,

Than living unloved with a soul undefiled.

But if love is mine, please let him appear—

O Radha Rani, bring my Krishna near.

#Moonshines

|| 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.

|| Everything We Never Said ||

 
To the souls once torn apart by timing and pride,
now stitched together by quiet glances and lingering heat—
break free.

We weren’t supposed to circle back,
not after all the silence,
not after I taught my heart to forget the sound of yours.
But here we are—
your mouth on mine,
bittersweet like the last drop of wine,
and suddenly the rules I lived by stopped mattering.

Your touch wasn’t just touch—
it was memory,
it was madness,
it was everything I buried rising in revolt.
You held me,
and I unraveled,
a wildfire dressed as a woman.

I thought I had moved on—
but you came back like rain that knows where it’s needed.
Cold, alive,
and so damn familiar.

We lost the spark, I said.
But one kiss—
and it lit every nerve like it never left.
I melted into you,
like water learning the shape of its home.

You—my chaos,
my comfort,
my closest almost.
To the world, we’re laughter and ease,
two souls who just... understand.

But in the quiet,
in the ache behind my ribs,
I am still waiting for you to see me.
All of me.
Not just the easy parts.
Not just when it’s convenient.

Still, I stay.
My half-loved heart willing to hold
your half-walked love.
No labels.
No promises.
But it’s ours—
in stolen touches,
in eyes that can’t lie,
in all the ways we feel like everything
we’re not allowed to name.

#MoonShines

|| Echoes of a Divine Goodbye ||

In silence, your absence screams,

A haunting echo in my quiet dreams.

My heart, once whole, is now torn apart,

Shattered shards of a foolish heart.

I beg the heavens, end this ache,

For love so fleeting still can break.

It gave me joy, it gave me peace,

And now I kneel, begging release.

My songs are sad, my sky turned grey,

My soul forgets the light of day.

And in the hollow of the night,

I crave your arms, your sacred light.

In selfish pride, I let you go,

But what I’ve lost, I’ll never know.

I thought I’d rise, I thought I’d shine,

But all I brought was pain — not mine.

When given joy, I chose the storm,

A heart unhealed, a love unborn.

Is sorrow now my only skin?

Or have I lost the life within?

I’ve faced my past, I’ve fought the fire,

But this love’s ghost won’t yet retire.

My eyes still weep for what once was,

A tender bond, a divine cause.

And though it wasn’t meant to stay,

Why does my heart still break each day?

The mind says, "Move," the heart replies,

"But in his gaze, I saw the skies."

For through his love, I met my Lord,

In him, my Krishna's soul was stored.

Now light has left, the colors bled,

And grief's dark ocean pulls me dead.

They say be friends, pretend you're whole,

But I have kissed his very soul.

To step back now, to smile, to fake —

Is more than this poor heart can take.

Yet still I sit with grief as guide,

No tears to hide, no hope to bide.

For in this war, the final cost

Was not just love — my spirit’s lost.

So let me mourn, let me be still,

Let sorrow break me if it will.

For in that love, though torn apart,

I lost not him — I lost my heart.

#moonshines

|| My Personal Heaven, My Personal Hell ||

In moments wrapped in quiet grace,

You held me close in love’s embrace.

The world grew still, its chaos hushed—

As if my window panes were brushed.

Our love, once patient, long restrained,

Broke free like wild, unspoken rain.

You kissed me then, the stars stood still—

My soul began to break and heal.

You lit the dark with just your gaze,

And set my frozen heart ablaze.

I wept and danced, a silent scream,

Caught somewhere deep inside a dream.

You chose my joy—your own denied,

And in that act, our truths collide.

Your arms, a place where demons cease,

A battlefield, yet a source of peace.

We never speak of what we feel,

Lest words make burning truths too real.

You are my angel, winged and wild,

And hellfire's kiss—both saint and child.

To love you is to lose control,

To want to worship, kill, console.

You’re soft and kind, you feed my soul,

Yet leave me fractured, never whole.

You read me like your sacred text,

Guess every move before the next.

You soothe my ache, my silent scream—

And haunt me in each broken dream.

This love is easy, pure and true,

But hell is loving only you.

And so I burn, I breathe, I dwell—

In heaven’s arms, through personal hell.

But still I stay inside that frame,

Where love once dared to speak my name.

Just living in that breathless air,

When we were whole—beyond repair.

#moonshines

|| The Witch Bleeds, The World Burns ||

Some days your heart just breaks in two,

No warning signs, no fucking clue.

You fall like stars, no wish to keep,

Just memories that crawl and weep.

A slideshow runs behind your eyes—

Of whispered truths and pretty lies.

You pause and ask, “Am I just sad?”

Or is this grief gone fucking mad?

Because deep within, you map the ache,

Each bruise, each thrill, each damn heartbreak.

The warmth of limbs once wrapped around,

Now echo like a ghostly sound.

The house you called a home has fled,

A metaphor now in your head.

And all you do is not break down,

Just wear your pain like a fucking crown.

You humble up, you face the jest,

You treat this life like some weird test—

Where irony meets punk-ass fate,

And dunderhead truths always show up late.

The job feels new, the buzz feels bright,

Until addiction says goodnight.

Then numbness knocks, and you just lie,

Howling truths into the sky.

One minute it’s hunger, the next it’s touch,

Cravings that don’t say much—

Because deep inside, you only yearn

For someone whose love won’t twist and turn.

No fucking façades, no damn disguise,

Just someone who sees your storm-lit skies.

But here you stand with arms outstretched,

At crossroads where your heart’s been etched.

You wonder—if love came knocking now,

Would you know it, or just disavow?

Would you see it through the bloody haze

Of PMS-fueled, soul-drenched days?

Because damn, periods mess you up—

The mind, the heart, the sacred cup.

And yet without that monthly sting,

You’d never feel everything.

So let the tears fall like rain,

Let curses echo with your pain.

You’re not broken, just deeply real—

A mystic who dares to fucking feel.

#moonshines 🌙

|| THE MOON'S GIFT ||

 Her eyes—two galaxies, speaking silent truths,

Mirrors of depth, of wisdom, of youth.

Her hair, a waltz of the wandering breeze,

Dancing like whispers among twilight trees.

Her lips, a verse where dreams confide,

Soft as dawn where secrets hide.

And oh, her smile—a sacred art,

A gentle balm for every heart.

O woman, celestial and rare,

How beauty and mystery blend with such flair.

Your heart, a maze of tender streams,

Flowing with hopes, and carried dreams.

Your soul—bathed in stardust light,

A shimmer born of endless night.

Your aura, a pulse from realms above,

As if the moon crowned you with love.

You walk the world with silent grace,

Carrying pain with a radiant face.

You feel what others cannot show,

You give a love they’ll never know.

Not merely flesh, but spirit spun,

An angel kissed by the cosmic sun.

A being forged from stars and skies—

With heaven hidden in her eyes.

#moonshines

|| My Heart, in Rebellion, Kneels||

 

On days when silence screams the loudest,

And the sky folds into a greyer shade of blue,

They whisper, "hold on, just a little more"—

But I have no fight left in me, dear Krishna,

Not a single spark to drag through the storm.

There is no hate.

No love.

Only the vast, cruel ocean of numbness.

It creeps into my bones,

Steals my sleep with frozen fingers,

And sits beside me in the stillness—

Mocking peace I cannot reach.

I have offered all I am,

To love, to longing, to illusions that wear smiles—

Commitments that wilt,

Situationships that blur,

Traditions that brand me "unfit" for daring to breathe outside their box.

Why must I shrink to belong?

Why does my heart—wide, aching, open—

Feel like rebellion?

Is my rationality lost,

For believing all souls are worthy of gentle love?

That kindness, not conformity, should be our creed?

I only ever wanted to protect, to nurture,

To be understood—just once—without masks.

Tell me, Krishna,

Why is it so hard

To be held without pretense?

To be heard beneath the noise?

My soul is tired of explaining itself

To a world deafened by its own rules.

A roof above.

A purpose to hold.

A man who loves without measure.

Are these grand dreams,

Or mere echoes of a heart still hoping?

If these are sins,

If wanting tenderness is too much,

Then let me fade from the hunger of expectations.

Let me give up, not in weakness,

But in sacred surrender.

I lay down the burden of being enough—

Enough for a society that always asks for more,

And never offers stillness in return.

I surrender to you, Krishna.

Unbind me from this striving.

If I must be held, let it be in your silence.

If I must be understood, let it be by your gaze.

Be my saviour—

For I am no longer strong,

But I am yours.

#Moonchild