Loving Myself

Loneliness was something everyone gifted me.

The gift which I dreaded the most.

I used to lament a lot.

But it turns out it is a gift not everyone can get.

I discern now it is the path to silence.

And silence is the language of the Souls.

I am ecstatic realising myself after all.

Feelings….

The times the flower bloomed

its aroma remained unrecognisable,

For she never knew the essence of true love

After years when she searched for the one,


it was long gone and it became a symbolism of lost love.

And she regretted when she realised that she was actually and still is in love with him.

She waited for the never ending unrequited love to be answered,

She waited in hopes to hear the answer from him….

An Eternal Love Story

I was in his hands,they were soft.
I held his hands and took first steps.
I played with his hands.
They tickled me.
They beat me.
They caressed me.
With time, it changed.
They put mine into another.
At that moment they were calloused.
Now holding his within mine
They were wrinkled.
Cherishing the memories
I shared with him.
I held his, longing to hold it forever.