With Tender hands, you mold the sky, Coloring hush across the seething tide. Every word is a feather, gentle but firm, A lullaby in which hearts find home.
With Tactful care, you weave the air, Between the wounds, between the beauty there. No voice too strong, no truth too harsh, Just light that stays back in the dark.
And in the stillness where shadows play You carve a place of refuge, call it home.
In the realm of dreams, so bright and broad, Where wondrous wonders and secrets are, The stars whisper secrets in a shining stream, A haven of hope, where hearts are free to dream.
Shining beams illuminate paths untold, Through wondrous tales, in colors of gold. This world of enchantment, eternally agleam, A tapestry of life, woven by a dream.
The quintessential stars align for brief, pure, and exquisite moments. The essence of life shines, a unique spectacle, A flawless jewel in the ballet of time.
Through the eyes of a silent watch, The world is revealed in a gentle story. Every leaf that bends, every breath on a summer’s day, A story of life among the trees.
The stars that fall across the sky, Are bringers of an old light. Within their radiance, a hopeful shade, Whispering bold and true promises.
To look is to see past the gray, To find the sun on a cloudy day. When hidden in the cracks of stone, Are dreams that bloom, seeds overthrown.
Let eyes be wide, hearts remain steadfast, Each moment is a treasure too rich to pass. Through observation, hope takes its flight, Painting our path with colors bright.
At the Delhi Book Fair, where stories get woven together, I met him for the first time—a new page was turned. Among the whispers of books and the soft wind, His presence lingered, both fragile and special.
On my birthday, fate made its move, We met, and the world became brighter. In a car, his hand got entwined with mine, And in that instant, time seemed to freeze.
He softly said, “Be mine,” in a sincere tone, And my heart willingly yielded before I realized. Hours drifted away, our hands tightly held, Our conversations twirled in love’s tender glow.
Late-night chats, filled with laughter and soft sighs, Little moments that brightened my life. For every word, each gentle “hello,” I saw forever, so that our love could grow.
But the love I have goes even deeper, A need to show it and also to respect it. How in his smile, I found my haven, And in his voice, I always feel not alone.
I want to tell him he’s the poem my heart writes, The motivation of my days, and calmness of my nights. How every glance changes my fate, With him, I feel complete with the world by my side.
Forever, I wish to say, “You’re my work of art, My love, my story, the beat of my heart.”
Invisible threads, closely entwined, Connecting spirits in joy combined. Roots extend through earth and rock, Found in hearts, not just in flesh’s clock.
A quiet spark, a soft appeal, Kinship thrives where shadows conceal. Amid fleeting moments, its light endures, An eternal bond through joys and cures.
