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Through the ripples under the canopies of palm-- We met ourselves!

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Where sunlight filters in golden streaks, making the waters shimmer… Until sandal-gold evenings blush into pink, asking the palm trees for directions towards that lotus-adorned lake   where the vallam drifts with grace across waters so calm with subtle ripples, that mirror the sky. Isn't it like you and me? Distant apart, yet perfect reflections of mind and soul balancing flaws with strengths, softening edges with warmth, complementing what the other lacks, woven so well, that we seem to be one! How the playful river finds its anchor in the poised sky.   The wish to flow free, gathering memories at every bend, painting them into pictures like myriad grains of sand. Pictures of time, I being the minute when you're the second of mine keeping the pace of life.   Passing little islands of emerald paddy fields, the earthy fragrance along the coast greets us as we land.   And through the twilight, beneath a star-embroidered veil , Beholding the stars t...

“Mist and Majesty” ~ When The Truth Rises

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These majestic mountains The awe-inspiring mountains — symbols of power, grandeur, and timeless strength.   Never did they show their arrogant conceit Despite their greatness, the mountains never displayed ego or arrogance. They remain grounded (literally and metaphorically). Did you ever hear them roar in pride? Rhetorical question — the mountains don’t boast or make noise about their greatness. Fall to my feet for this is where you are to slide Possibly imagining if they were prideful, they could demand submission — but they never do. Nature doesn't impose. Perhaps they knew they could be obscured Suggests mountains are aware of their vulnerability — even mighty beings can be hidden... The thinnest veil could steal their view, A mist could mute their mighty hue. By something as gentle or insubstantial as a light mist or fog.   Even a simple veil can completely hide the majestic view, reminding us how delicate visibility, perception, and presence can be. A Veil of Mist,...

A Tribute to the Rani On Her Death Anniversary ~ A flame that never really died!

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  She rode not just a steed, but history’s tide, With fire in her soul and a sword by her side. In armour of courage, draped in grace, She challenged empires — no fear on her face. They came with chains, she broke them all, With fire that rose like a rebel’s call. "Main apni Jhansi nahi doongi!" — she swore, And shook the tyrant to his very core. Not just a queen, but lightning in storm, A mother, a warrior — in radiant form. She may have fallen, sword in hand, But rose again across this land. In every girl with fearless eyes, Rides the spirit that never dies. You made Jhansi more than just a name — You etched it deep in eternal flame. Can not miss mentioning "The Unforgettable, Alive Forever!" Subhadra Kumari Chauhan’s poem is not just literature — it’s a spark that still sets the soul ablaze. रानी गई सिधार, चिता अब उसकी दिव्य सवारी थी , मिला तेज से तेज, तेज की वह सच्ची अधिकारी थी। अभी उम्र कुल तेईस की थी , मनुज नही अवतारी थी, हमको जीवित करने आई बन स्वतंत्रता नारी ...
 ओ नीले गगन मैं तेरे सारे रंग चुराउंगी नयी भोर की तरह जो जागी हूँ गुलाबी शाम सी ढल जाउंगी फिर सियाही रात की  गोद मे कहीं छिप जाउंगी या तेरी अंतहीन ऊँचाई में तारे सी टिमटिमाउंगी और जो तुम कह दो कभी कि धरा की गोद मे की मेरी शैतानी याद आती है तुम्हे तो टूट कर तुम्हे बताउंगी कि सुनती हू तेरी हर एक बात मैं  मिट्टी से जुड़ कर फिर फूल बनकर एक नयी उम्मीद जगाउंगी और तुम्हे यही तो बताना है कि हर जनम तुम्हे पाउंगी  तेरे ही आँचल तले  फिरसे खिलखिलाउंगी और ऐसे ही फिर सताउंगी माँ तुम क्या इस अंबर से कम हो? तुम ही तो नभ नीलम हो गोद तुम्हारी कभी ना छोटी पड़ती मैं कितनी ही बड़ी हो जाउन तुम्हारी गोद मे ही सुकून अतुल्य पाउंगी ओ नीले गगन मैं तेरे सारे रंग चुराउंगी तेरी अंतहीन ऊँचाई में  मैं तारे सी टिमटिमाउंगी

Maa - Maa More than Random but Unadulterated!

aadhi poori kahani sunakar , "amma baki sambhal lena", and biggest of the problems seem to be solved already! having you with me, bukhaar also seems like blessings vo thoda extra pyaar, or tumhara raat ko baar baar kambal udhana mai gehri neend me to hoti thi  par fir bhi pata chalta hai ki tum raat bhar nahi soti thi bukhar utra ki nahi, badha to nhi  bas yahi dekhti tum rehti thi. galtiyan meri aise bhool jati ho jaise kuch hua he nahi badle me mujhse expectations bhi all to benefit me kaise karti ho aisa amma? who in the world can equate this love mumma? On top of that khud masterchef hokar, Jab mai tel wali kadhai ke epicenter par kitchen me earthquake lati hu, You fear so much yet record me as if duniya ki best dish banne ja rhi hai. i fail to express to you and sometimes i rather upset you but you know it all before i speak and you know how insufficient saying "i love you" to you is forever going to be  all i have to say is ye jo tum pooja karne bolti ho na ki...

Fly. Because you matter!

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Fly, So I have someone with me in the sky! Do not sink down! Rise up and above so high, Grow, this is what I wait by! Knowing that you matter to me might not matter to you right now. But there might come a second of that minute when knowing this would make you feel better.   And then, at that moment, it would matter! Do know, there is always someone, to whom you matter! Someone, who wants you to fly, soaring high up in the sky!

छूने ही नहीं देती अपने पैर मुझे, पता नही कौनसी दौलत छिपा रखी है!

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सुना था वो पैसे पल्लू में बांध कर रखती है अब पल्लू की जगह दुपट्टा तो होता है, पर उसके कोने में बाँधती वो पैसे नहीं| लेकिन कुछ दौलत तो ज़रूर है, जो वो अपने पैरों में छिपा कर रखती है, छूने ही नहीं देती। जो पहुंच ही जाए हाथ मेरा, तो झट से  फटकार देती है। मेरी छोटी सी कन्या हो  कह कर टाल देती है। हां कुछ दौलत तो ज़रूर है माँ के कदमों में, जो वो मुझसे छिपा कर रखती है। मेरी छोटी सी कन्या हो कह कर, अपने पैरों से तुरंत ही मेरा हाथ हटा देती है। English Translation  "They say she once tied coins with care, In the pallu’s corner, always there. Now the pallu is gone, a dupatta she wears, But no more money is knotted there. Yet still, some treasure she hides away, Not in cloth, but where her feet lay. A wealth so sacred, I cannot claim, For when I reach, she calls my name. My hand stretched forth—she moves it fast, With gentle scold, her love is vast. “You’re my little girl,” she sweetly says, And keeps her secret, in quiet ways. Yes, in a mother’s feet, a fortu...