Whispers of Heart

To love is to respect Differences, distances, decisions.  To love is to cherish the happiness Even when it's not shared with you.  Love is in the shared presence, As well, when it becomes memories.  Love is in choosing to stay or stay apart, It is there when you give them a fresh start.  To wish for their growth, and happiness. Love is in letting go.  To pass a smile amidst the war inside, Love is never about who was wrong or who was right. 

  Anything missed is a doorway to something else — truly fascinating, truly novel. Can’t see your usual friends in the room? That’s a chance to meet new people. New people bring new ideas, a whole new world! Can’t find your favourite food item on the menu? That’s a chance to discover a different taste. Didn’t get the person you loved? That’s a chance to welcome someone even better. The world is full of possibilities. Varieties of people, varieties of paths. Explore, explore, explore. Don’t settle. Stagnant water stinks!

  To all the amazing people, to whom even a small act of kindness mean so much that you keep repeating the whole experience again and again and again until it stops giving happiness aymore, rather bring boredom or exertion... Someone rightly said and this might help a lot!: "Moments are stars - they shine once and that once is enough to light a lifetime". "The gift of a moment is in its passing, not possession." The value of a moment comes from experiencing it fully once, not from re-living it endlessly.... Repeating such happy moments create a pattern, and when we repeat such happy moments we are unknowingly training our brain to do it with all incidents and when it does the same with bad moments, that we wish to forget, we find it difficult to control our thoughts, because it all feels out of our hands and our mind becomes an insane driver, driving our thoughts endlessly without us having any say in its job.  So breaking the pattern, is the right step. And remembe...

O the beauty,  So deep and far, Yet you rule over the sky full of stars, Like the mighty king,  Oh if you were a person  I would gift you my perfect ring!  O the beauty, mightiest of all, I am just a small particle of dust And look at you, you stand so tall!  I jump, smile, cry like a kid seeing you, You are lovely in all shades and phases, I wish I could say I love you,  In each of my word, each of my phrases.  To touch you is my desire, I may dress in my best attire, Just to watch you for hours, And play slow music in the background.  O dear Moon,  What ties do we share, That I am so attracted towards you? 🌕 (8 September, 2025 - Lunar Eclipse)

  What is death, if not the eternal peace Of the soul, And an unhealing wound in the hearts of the dear? But how does death arrive, When you hold your Lord so near? Deaths, in all their forms and phases, Are dreadful. Unpredictable episodes— Who can ever foresee? At times, I wonder: How will mine unfold? Will I be choked to death  by a crooked hand, Or struck down by a car? Perhaps lightning will be my final reason, Or Global Warming in the form of extreme season. Landslides may bury me mid-journey, An asteroid may shatter my tomorrow, Or floods may swallow me whole. A train may collide me into death, Or I may collapse mid-verse, While reciting poetry. Perhaps I’ll freeze in the  harsh Siberian cold, Or dissolve in joy beneath the Northern Lights. Maybe loneliness could bring my doom, Or I pass away in a darkened room, Or it may happen  I’ll rest my last breath On the warm lap of my beloved, Hence, a peaceful, secure death. These haunting scenes of the final destinat...