Then there are those letters which will never see the light of day, not because they lack any substance but because they lack a soulful intention behind them. These unsent letters have a place of their own. They sit in my notebook, hidden away among pages of notes and jotted down musings. Each unsent letterContinue reading “U – Unsent Letters(Where silence finds its shape)”
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R – Reading Rituals(Where pages become prayer)
For me reading isn’t only about the book itself. But it’s also about the quiet dance that dances around the book. I make my chai before I open a page. I find the sunlight falling on the page when I read, and I feel the silence gathering like a companion that knows when not toContinue reading “R – Reading Rituals(Where pages become prayer) “
Questions I Ask While Writing (Where silence becomes structure)
Each poem starts with a question — although not necessarily stated explicitly, but rather felt. Sometimes it is what makes the memory painful to revisit, or what silence wants to reveal.For me, poetry is much more about posing questions than providing answers. In every poem, I ask myself: Is it truth or nostalgia?Am I rememberingContinue reading “Questions I Ask While Writing (Where silence becomes structure)”
P — पहल (Pahal)
तुम आए थेजैसे किसी नई पहल की तरह, धीरे से, बिना शोर किए, मेरे दिल में उजाला रख गए। जहाँ खामोशी थी, वहाँ बातों का मौसम आया, जहाँ डर था, वहाँ यकीन आया। तुम्हारी बातों ने सिखाया ,कि शुरुआत भी कभी‑कभी इंसान के रूप में आती हैं। अब जब भी सुबह कि पहली किरण निकलती है,मैं सोचती हूँ कि ,कितनी खूबसूरतContinue reading “P — पहल (Pahal)”
Identity In Ink
Each poem I compose leaves its own fingerprint.Not one that can be seen, but felt.At times, my identity lies in the cadence of a line,at other times, it lies in the space between two lines.Every revision mirrors back to me,who I am when I penned it,who I am now. Writing is more than a mereContinue reading “Identity In Ink”
First Lines That HookOpening Lines That Stopped Me in My Tracks.
Some first lines do more than just grab your attention. They stop you mid-way through scrolling, or taking a sip of your drink, or simply thinking! I’ve been hooked on first lines that capture an entire universe in a single sentence. A first line is not only an introduction. It’s also an invitation. It’s aContinue reading “First Lines That HookOpening Lines That Stopped Me in My Tracks.”
Drafts & Doubts: The Poem I Never Finished
I began with a word—soft, trembling, unsure.It tried to become a feeling,but feelings are stubborn things. Halfway through, the rhythm broke,like a thought that lost its breath.I left it there—between ink and hesitation. Maybe some poems aren’t meant to end.They just linger,like the echo of what we almost said This Post is part of BlogchatterA2ZContinue reading “Drafts & Doubts: The Poem I Never Finished”
Café Chronicles: Sharing Straws; Making Memories
We met for the second time, once again playfully teasing each other.When our friend ordered two coffees he leaned in with a cheeky expression “Let’s share!” So, there we were…one coffee with one straw…created one memory. He took the first sip, eyes sparkling as he indulged in pure joy, then passing it to me—sharing bothContinue reading “Café Chronicles: Sharing Straws; Making Memories”
अश्क
तेरी यादों में बहते हैं अश्क़ मेरे, हर बूंद में छुपा है इश्क़ तेरे लिए। रात की ख़ामोशी में भी तेरा नाम गूंजता है दिल में, ना जाने क्यूं जुड़े हैं मेरे दिल के तार तुझसेदिल की धड़कन भी तुझसे ही जुड़ती है मेरी। I’m Participating in #BlogchatterA2Zhttps://www.theblogchatter.com
Do I Have Any Right???
I felt bad…..like really bad.Like silence ringingwhere your voice once had. You didn’t pick my call,not even a sign,no message droppedbetween your lines. But I still miss you,still care, still ache.Still trace your namein every break. I wanted to ask,but the words got stuck…like breath held hostageby fear and luck. Do I have any righttoContinue reading “Do I Have Any Right???”
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