बोलताना तुझ्याशी भान मी हरपलो,
तुला बघायला दररोज मी तरसलो.
भेटशील तू मला, ही आशा मनात होती,
पण भेटायला तुला योग्य संधी मिळत नव्हती.

मी मारलेल्या जोकवर तुझं खदखदून हसणं,
तू दिलेल्या सरप्राइजनं माझं आश्चर्यचकित होणं,
मी दुःखी असताना तुझे डोळे पाणावणं,
तू अडचणीत असताना माझं मदतीस सरसावणं.

आठवण येत होती मला कायम ह्या सगळ्याची,
पण तुझी सावलीदेखील माझ्या आसपास नसायची.
कायम मी जगायचो तुझ्या आठवणींमध्ये,
कायम मी बघत राहायचो तुझ्या फोटोकडे.

परत सोडून गेलीस तर जगणं अशक्य होईल मला,
माझ्या मनातली ही भावना मी कशी सांगू तुला?
कदाचित देवानेच आहे आपलं कनेक्शन जोडलेलं,
कारण नातं आहे आपलं शब्दांच्या पलीकडचं.

मनातल्या कोपऱ्यात आहे
आठवणींचा ठेवा,
ती बरोबर असण्याचा आनंद
त्यांच्याच मदतीने घ्यावा.

प्रेमात कायम जवळ असणं
हे गरजेचं नसतं,
लांब असूनदेखील मला
ओढ तुझीच असते.

सतत तुझा वाटतो अभिमान,
आनंददेखील होतो,
पण एकत्र आनंद साजरा करण्याचा
मोका माझ्याकडे नसतो.

माझी काळजी करू नकोस
असं मी कायम तुला सांगतो,
तुझ्या काळजीत मात्र मी
माझा प्रत्येक क्षण काढतो.

विश्वासाने बनते नाते,
नाते असते माणुसकीचे,
नाते असते प्रेमाचे तर,
नाते असते आपुलकीचे.
नात्यामध्ये नसते खोट,
नात्यामध्ये असतो विश्वास,
एकमेकांचे हात धरुनी
करूया आयुष्याचा प्रवास.

मदत करूया एकमेकांची,
सांभाळून घेऊ आपण चुका,
अडचणींच्या सागरातून होईल
पार संसाराची नौका.
अडचणींवर मात करुनी
घेऊया सुटकेचा निश्वास,
प्रेमाच्या सरी कोसळतील जर
तुझा असेल माझ्यावर विश्वास.

The undertow, pulling me down beneath the surface of serenity.
Currents carrying me through quieted screams, muffled by liquid silence, blocking their airways.

Not my pain to feel, but the echoes of others’ washes over me all the same.

I inhabit their waters.
Sinking quietly.
In my chest carrying what they cannot voice.

Yet in that depth, I find a strange kind of strength…
To feel it all, to inhale the weight like water, and still not drown…

It’s tender,

being the closest of friends..
but oh, isn’t it such a dangerous thing?
To hold you with care,
in the space we made,
while promising

I won’t touch a single thing.

But sweet love... to be this close
to someone like you..
need I say

what your voice can bring?

Warmth, truth,
supportive hands that tend--
it’s a dream come true
for those who bleed.

But when a deep need is quietly met,
can the heart resist
going full send?

And still—when a need
is met without hands,
without lips,

without sleep lost
   in shared breath...

how long before restraint slips?

This depth.. untouched,
unspoken, unseen..
it burns through the walls
between you and me.

Yes, even with agreements
so lovingly made...
there’s always the risk
in a love so brave;


  that we will  both

             come

      undone.

In this world where we all belong,  
Kindness is what makes us strong.  

A simple smile, a helping hand,  
Can spread joy across the land.

When words are gentle and actions are kind,  
Happiness we soon will find.  

With a caring heart, a listening ear,  
We make others feel valued, loved, and near.

It’s so easy to treat each person with respect,  
In love and kindness, we all connect.  

In every moment, big or small,  
Kindness is the greatest gift of all.

before he left his father's house for the last time,
he went to the kitchen where gray winter light
filled the room through a single window

he leaned over the table and smoothed his fingertips
along the wood, attempting to ****** from the soft,
sentimental pine all of the names, the numbers, that

had graced its' face, those who had drawn his
father's attention, if only for the moment, and for
a while he searched for his own name until suddenly

he withdrew his hand as if scorched, realizing some
things are better left unknown

To My Anam Cara:

I’ve walked the greens this morning,  
butterflies whipping through the air,  
a slight breeze gently kissing my hair.  

Thanking the tree, hoping you’d see  
what I see—  
sensing, feeding love, fleeting  
yet amplified across space and time.  

Tree-lined garden view through the picture window,  
golden retriever at my side,  
Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos encouraging the plants to prosper.  

Holding you sacred in the siempre and the now,  
sending notes of love and longing—  
may they catch your ear,  
touch your heart,  
and confirm that I am here,  
there,  
and everywhere with you.

Not opposite poles but similarities draw people close.
As there is so much scope to share, vibe and to do things together.

Can you tell me
How it feels to be disconnected?
Was it string by string
Or did you rip it off all at once?

When you looked at me
Did you see the color in my eyes?
Or did you see black and white
Before you looked away?

Was it hard?
Hesitation, doubts, guesses
Or was it easy?
Simple, quick, effortless

When we touched
Did you feel that electricity?
Or did your hand
Only felt an object?

As I loved you
Did you love me?
Or did you just
Say it awkwardly?

When I thought of you
Did you think of me?
Or were your thoughts randomized
With everything but me?

I asked how it felt
Because I am still connected
To someone who is gone
Who pulled away so effortlessly

A red string of fate
Severed by you
And I asked myself
How can I do the same?