The Woman They Saw in Me
Gratitude for women in my life.
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Not Every Poem Is a Wound
I’m often asked what triggered my writing… if I’m sad… or gently told, “I’m sorry you’re going through something.”So let me say this today, not every poem comes from pain. Some poems are imagined. Some rise quietly from the still corners of my heart. And some feel like they’ve been waiting their whole lives for me to finally give them words. For me, writing, especially poetry, has never been just about expression. It’s about understanding. About sitting with emotions, whether they come from lived moments, passing thoughts, or simply the act of observing the world a little too closely....
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Alone In Us
A quiet reflection on the pain of reshaping oneself to fit into friendships that couldn’t hold space for authenticity, and the gradual awakening that real connection never asks you to become less than who you are.
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A Melody That Outlived Time.
A tribute to Asha Bhosle, whose voice became an eternal echo of emotion, memory, and life.
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A Tune Beneath the Wheel
Some places do not introduce themselves. They simply recognise you.
I did not arrive here as a stranger….the stones knew the rhythm of my footsteps, the air folded around me like a memory I had once lived but never fully named. Sitting before the ancient wheel, I felt time loosen its grip as though I had returned, not to a place, but to a feeling that had been waiting patiently within me.
- The Woman They Saw in Me
Gratitude for women in my life. - Not Every Poem Is a Wound
I’m often asked what triggered my writing… if I’m sad… or gently told, “I’m sorry… Read more: Not Every Poem Is a Wound - Alone In Us
A quiet reflection on the pain of reshaping oneself to fit into friendships that couldn’t hold space for authenticity, and the gradual awakening that real connection never asks you to become less than who you are.
