Chetan

Chetan Mar 31

As the structure of DNA twists,
so do my feelings
each strand, a story,
each bond, a connection I try to explain
to the one who might listen.

From something to nothing,
we evolve.
Adding, breaking, shaping new forms
to understand ourselves,
to find meaning in the chaos of becoming

#enod

Chetan Mar 30

A Moment, Not the End

Done is not the end, not a closing door,
just a pause to see what came before.
A breath between the past and new,
to watch what we once rose into.

Not a silence, not a stop,
just the view from one more top.

#sum #nit

Chetan Mar 29

WH2

Lost Wings, Lost Waves

In my harsh air, she was my flight,
A whisper of wings in the fading light.
Through raging waves, she was my boat,
A quiet strength to keep me afloat.

Yet foolish hands let go too soon,
Like chasing echoes of the moon.
Now winds still howl, and waters rise,
But she's a shadow in my skies.

#wuee

Chetan Mar 28

O and N

Somewhere between okay and not,
like standing in a room with no doors—
not trapped, not free,
just there.

The world hums on,
but the sound feels distant,
like watching life through a window
you’re not sure you want to open.

It’s not pain, not peace,
just something in between,
a quiet weight, a floating ache,
a question with no answer yet.

#foine

Chetan Mar 25

Little wawe

A little wave, it dared to rise,
Reaching out for moonlit skies.
The moon’s soft pull, a gentle plea,
Yet Earth’s grip whispered, "Stay with me."

Still it leapt, defying fate,
A dream too vast, a loss too great.
I watched it try, then fade away—
A fleeting hope never fails.

#wawe #heard

Chetan Mar 24

.TO

When sadness weighs you down,
Turn inward—ask yourself questions,
Fabricate queries from your soul.

Seek out Amma, Appa,
They are the silent cameras,
Watching and recording
As we grow,
Holding answers you might not know.

Their wisdom,
A mirror to the world,
A bridge to understanding.

Pause, listen, reflect,
And you’ll find light in their words,
Guiding you through shadows,
Like a gentle poem.

#to

Chetan Mar 23

The Earth as a Child

The old carbon body tumbles,
loose-limbed, laughing in ruin,
mountains slip like careless feet,
pillars lean, then let go.

For a moment, the ancient shifts—
not slow, not solemn, but sudden,
like a child forgetting its weight,
collapsing into play.

What we call disaster,
the earth may call a dance,
rolling, breaking, becoming.