My Life My Way

The day I leave this world, my love, I want it to be a celebration, A symphony of joy, a testament to our love's creation. I've dreamt of this day, imagined every detail, A marriage of colors, a love that will never fail. I want you to dress me, my beloved Babu, With turmeric and henna, a radiant glow, A saree of sunshine, a Kanjivaram's embrace, Adorned with bangles, a smile upon my face. The red sindoor, a mark of our sacred bond, The mangalsutra, a love forever profound. Rice showered upon us, blessings from above, A symbol of our love, a divine embrace of love. You, my dashing groom, in dhoti so bright, A smile that mirrors the morning's first light. The moon in your eyes, a love story untold, A photographer's dream, a moment to behold. No lonely hours, no room where I must dwell, Surrounded by loved ones, their blessings to tell. A grand baraat, like Shiva's celestial train, A celebration of love, a joyous refrain. Music fills the air, a symphony of our liv...

The clock struck late, a hush upon the night, When sudden sounds disturbed my slumber's light. My senses stirred, a whisper in the air, And feet found floor, a cautious, waking stare. The room, a pool, a shimmering, dark gleam, My scattered things, adrift within a dream. Each cherished item, bobbing in the tide, A watery world, where stillness couldn't hide. A distant roar, a murmur from the street, My door I pushed, my weary eyes to meet A scene of chaos, water everywhere, The ground floor drowned, beyond all earthly care. The city streets, a rushing, muddy flow, Where vehicles submerged, in watery woe. No passage clear, no easy way to roam, Bengaluru's heart, submerged within its home. My friend's dear name, a lifeline I did seize, Through phone's soft hum, I spoke of troubled ease. He heard my plight, with swift and loyal grace, And braved the flood, to reach this watery space. Through currents strong, he struggled to appear, A helping hand, to banish rising fear...

When lids descend, a universe unfurls, Beyond the grasp of earthly, mortal worlds. No earthly map, no charted, starry track, But boundless space where silent wonders stack. My consciousness, a vessel light and free, Embarks on voyages eternally. Through cosmic dust, a vibrant energy streams, A symphony of atoms, living dreams. Each tiny mote, a pulsing, vibrant heart, A dance of life, a brand new, cosmic start. I feel the hum, a resonance profound, Where every particle with spirit's grace is crowned. No longer bound by flesh, by form, by name, I bathe within a universal flame. A sense of oneness, vast and all-embracing, Where separation melts, and time is chasing Its tail in loops of pure and endless now. A gentle presence, whispering a vow Of peace and solace, deeper than the sea, A feeling of divinity embracing me. And as the veil of earthly sight is gone, I sense the presence of the angel dawn. Their luminous forms, a whisper in the air, A silent chorus of celestial prayer. No n...

Though humble birth, a world unknown surrounds, A whispered truth within my spirit sounds. No gilded metal gleams upon my head, Yet in my core, a royal claim is bred. For deep within, a goddess takes her form, Born of this earth, weathering every storm. Perhaps a life in shadows I have trod, But in my heart, I am a child of God, A princess of a universe unseen, Where inner worth and beauty intervene. I see the crown, though veiled from mortal eyes, A radiant halo that forever lies Upon my brow, a testament so clear: You are of worth, cast out all doubt and fear. This unseen grace, a power that ignites, A silent mandate in the darkest nights. "Take charge," it whispers, "of the self you hold, Your destiny, a story to unfold." No gentle hand to guide, no throne in sight, But strength within, a burning, inner light. I am made for more, a purpose deep and true, To rise and strive, in all that I pursue. To serve my people, my own sacred tribe, To lift them up, where true...

 He lived in hues of ocean, sky, and deep, Mr. Blue, his heart in azure did sleep. Each book, each shirt, each thought, a sapphire gleam, A world immersed within a blue-toned dream. She, Miss Red, a fire in her vibrant soul, Where crimson burned, and passions took their toll. But rainbows danced within her eager sight, A spectrum bright, a kaleidoscope of light. He watched her move, a flame against the grey, Unknowing love that lit his every day. Her laughter rang, a melody so clear, Surrounded by her friends, she held them dear. A trio strong, a family in this place, In a new city, finding love and grace. They shared their joys, each moment bright and bold, Exploring paths, and stories to be told. With FZ their steed, a trusty, metal friend, Through Bangalore's lanes, their joyful journeys tend. The street food's spice, a taste of local fare, New lessons learned, a world beyond compare. Two of the three, their paths began to bend, As wedding bells their happy futures lend. And...