The rustling sound of leaves tell me that you’re here with me, that you have been walking with me, In a parallel timeline On the parallel paths. But I can’t touch you; You’ve been so far Twinking beside the evening star But I can feel your presence around me; I hear your footsteps in the…

Standing beneath the Kadamba tree I hear the flute Calling my name from a faraway land. I sit in the midst of the fallen flowers and keep my head on His shoulder In the trance of Kadamba, I see Krishna everywhere… (This post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026) (This poem is part of my A…

The wind carries the scent of the seasons, I breathe it in, deep and slow, giving birth to a new hope, and let go of what remained unspoken… (This post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026) (This poem is part of my A to Z poetry series titled, ‘EarthSong.’ Read the other poems here.)

In the hum of bees, I listen – A hymn awakens, a whisper from far, like a sacred chanting arising from a blooming garden. (This post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026) (This poem is part of my A to Z poetry series titled, ‘EarthSong.’ Read the other poems here.)