Soulful Musings

The vast desert, With scorching sun, called suncity. Known for it's heritage, protected by divine rage, blessed by Ma Chamunda. Not just a small city, It's also the home of Mandodari, Demon king Ravan is worshipped. Marwar's capital, Rich heritage, With the divine taste of mirchibada, And the second home of Ravana, That's Jodhpur.

A dream, enticing, I see myself, the shy version of myself, The timid soul, the overthinker soul, She works hard, loves harder, I love too, but not unconditioned, I’ve learned to balance, I am not the shy soul anymore, Not lying that’s me blooming, One was shy, the other piece of me is blooming, It’s an alluring dream, Where my current self is prettier and confident, And there’s no one lying, Just a beautiful dream, Combining the past and the present.

A surreal dream, A vast garden, Gentle taps of feet in wet grass, Feet twirling in the wet grass, Her dress stained, But no one is around, Leaving her to panic, Until he sweeped her up. Lifting her in his arms, Pressing a kiss to her forehead, As he apologises to her, For prank plaued, She pushes him away, Only for him to envelope her in a hug, And a kiss pressed to her temple, Pulling her into the circle of love she dreams about.

A dream of bright future, Of something I love to do, To immerse in the world of words, To change the world with mere words, That’s a dream, My younger self was spirited, To have a smooth life, A desired job, And world of words and books, That’s all I dream for you.

No longer was she happy, The chuckling bird quieting down, Her laughter never rose, The light in her eyes dimmed, Since the day she was called out, For dreaming big, She was trying to make her space, For her words, for her emotions, They called her out, labelled her, She endured it all, For the sake of peace, But her dream broke off, The guilt gnawing at her chest, She broke slowly, While the world continued living.

Silence is loud, When dreams break, Dreams don’t break loudly, They just crack, When you can’t hold them, You dream of something you love, Work hard to achieve it, But it stays away from your grasp, The will power breaks, And so does the dream, The silence is deafening, But it’s about reset, Of life, of dreams, And of our own soul.

A balmy morning, Orange hued sky , birds chirping, Wide lanes, a single soul, Holding responsibility, An author telling exquisite stories, Of fun times and the sad ones, A story to be told to the world, I met my significant half, The author I wanted to become, She’s living the life of my dreams, Of being what i wanted to be, Telling my story to the world, Of becoming an author inside me.

A beautiful dream, Of a life i dreamed, To have as my younger self, Of a dream, the life I deserved, A dream house, A job I love, Urge to write my own story, To make my dreams come true, The ones I owe to my younger self, A life that I didn’t have back then, And I want her to thrive in her own world.

Dream is a reality, Living in the back of head, The dream lives within us, Developing a deep love for the dream, For our own soul., Dreaming is like loving ourselves Is a kind of love, Which doesn’t hurt, Because we work to make the dreams come true, We manifest a love where we are understood and loved, Where the partners reciprocate the love, But it’s just a dream, Where love doesn’t hurt, Where you dream of a love, That doesn’t hurt anymore.

Shy, soft, kind; that’s how I am, I dream fiercely, About what I’ve manifested, The fierce, feisty version of me, Not unkind but passionate, loving, I see what I am not, Independent, pretty, unapologetic, I dream all I aspire to be, I might not do certain things in reality, But I dream of owning a home, A built-in library. Every little thing, all mine, And that’s all the love mingled into a dream.

Silence stayed when everyone else left, Her truth stayed when lies won, She never loved chaos, she admired silence, Not just the quiet, but the longing, It’s not about being asocial, It’s about choosing calm amidst the chaos, Savoring the stillness of being with herself, The world judged her, taunted her, But the silence stayed, It’s her silence, one that didn’t judge, And when others left her alone, Her silence s

Silence speaks when words go silent, When no one understands the words, Silence speaks when, Emotions are unheard, When tears fall in the dark, When screams echo in the closed room, With no one to hear, That’s when silence speaks, Calming the screams of the heart.

In the old wooden box, Lay the dream she buried, Her dreams, her love ; all locked, Her wings to fly, cut long ago, Pushed into things she didn’t like, Telling her that’s life, She packed away her dreams, Growing into someone beautiful but composed, She doesn’t dream, she just smiles, The remnants of her dream still in the haze, She’s past it but the dream still lingers in her soul.

standing firm on her grounds she looked at those who meant the world she walked past them when they needed her she had begged once for them to understand but now she stood away her head held high she chose silence over words over her love for her people her silence is louder as she walked away choosing herself.

silence is harsh & quiet, but it is not powerless, its the strongest attribute, and everyone can't hold it. silence is not about being quiet & shy its about being thoughtful, about acting fierce light, Silence is a boon worth showcase. Silence is full, not empty, full of unsaid emotions, unanswered questions, and unasked actions silence is a silent gem, Everyone should hold onto.

Its not quiet nor empty. silence is a companion, who doesn't demand attention it sits with you, lets you contemplate lets you run your thoughts wild, silence is a companion everyone needs it, to embrace the truths, it lets out the truths speak, its never just quiet, its filled with unsaid emotions, silence is nothing but chaos filled with uncertainty, but it holds it with you.

Less words; more impact, More words; loud arguments, Silence; louder than any words, It sits without you; doesn't coax you to speak, Silence is calm and grounding, It brings the realization that words can't, Because silence speaks for you, For the absence that you leave behind, It slowly becomes louder than any word.

SIlence is a power, it's neither quiet nor empty, it's an answer when qods go quiet, you don't need to be loud with words, people will come and say; chid you for not speaking, but silence is a companion, words can hurt you; silence won't. when words cross limits, silence is the final answer, the answer that tells the world, that you're not weak, to spit out in anger, your silence is the final answer, that displays your courage and fierce love.

Silence is powerful more than words can be, more than the noise of words, it doesn't tell you to calm down, or to tell you that it's okay, silence just exists with you. Silence is powerful, when it quiets the words, when it crashes over those, who expected the response, silence becomes weighty. Silence is powerful, when its chosen, its a tool to instill the identity, to explain the importance of, that life is yours & that you can instill the boundaries. silence shapes you.

Silence is an emotion only to be felt, to be understood. When the conscience becomes heavy the quietness fills the space. When words aren't enough tranquility brings the courage with it. SIlence speaks more than words could it holds the pain, the power to ease the emotions. SIlence carries the quiet power to withstand any storm. The peace fills the soul with a clarity of finding one's own self.