Cold, perhaps even

everything, you can endure --


with a companion.

You say your demons haunt you.
But I’ve stared into worse —
and they blinked first.

If yours would face me,
I’d burn them down with truth and fury,
one by one,
until your name was free.

But they don’t.

They wear your face.
Speak with your voice.
And you…
you still call them home.

So I wait.
Not because I’m weak —
but because this battle is not mine to win.
It’s yours to start.

But when you do?
I’ll be there. Sword drawn. Fire ready.
Not to fight for you —
but with you.

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.

I am good at being alone.
The dishes get done
when I feel like doing them.
Silence hangs like a painting
I chose myself.
The hours bend gently around me,
and I call it peace.

I laugh out loud
at my own jokes,
call it self-love,
call it growth.
The plants don’t mind
if I forget to water them,
and neither do I.
This is thriving, I tell myself.

Then I spend three days
with people I love.
Not performing.
Not planning.
Just existing
side by side-
a meal shared
without occasion,
laughter that erupts
without needing a reason.

I remember something
older than language:
that warmth isn’t just a temperature.
That joy has a different flavour
when someone else tastes it too.
I remember that solitude
was never meant to be
a permanent home-
only a resting place.

There is a part of me
that longs for gardens
we plant together,
for walls we build
with laughter baked in.
For shoes at the door
that aren’t all mine.

Maybe the soul remembers
what modern life unlearned-
that we were made
to brush shoulders
to pass bread
to belong.

And maybe
what I called thriving
was just surviving
with the lights on.

Ever noticed someone's cry,
like the prison it holds,
Where is the unknown present?

You chose to support them,
making them comfortable with the inmost of thy heart,
as a reflection of thy deepest feelings,
to heal those with similar struggles,
Improving their mental health.

These profound mysteries of the unknown are waiting to be unraveled,
But they don't express themselves.

So you offer a hug,
curing their darkness,
resembling a sense of belongingness,
Knowing they'll be loved no matter what they go through,
Even if they're incapable of seeing it.

You're forever loved,
Like the heavens that lie beyond our existence of infinity.