Unlearning the Haunted Hellos I have said so many goodbyes, my soul forgot the dawn, Each parting etched like frost upon the rose’s velvet lawn. The echoes trail where warmth once dared to glow— Now every knock feels like a storm in wait, A door unopened guards a twist of fate, And I recoil from even soft hellos. Adieus were hymns I learned too well to sing, In silence now, I crown each word with doubt. What once was bloom now blossoms dread instead, And joy, if born, comes trembling on a string. I flinch not at the end, but at its prologue’s ring. For greetings are where grief begins its route. So if you smile, and speak my name anew, Tread lightly through the corridors I feign— For every welcome stirs a phantom’s pain, A ghost of what the last embrace withdrew. I do not fear the cold; I dread the dew— The promise in the morning that ends in rain. I’m learning now what hearts aren’t meant to know: How not to answer haunted hellos. -Ramisha Jain 13.04.2...
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When All Else Leaves, the Eternal Stays When mortal ties dissolve like morning mist, And voices once familiar turn to stone, When not a soul remains whose hand you've kissed, And fate ordains you tread your path alone Then find the floor, that ancient, sacred plane, Where saints have wept and sages knelt in flame; No loftier refuge soothes the silent pain Than whispered mantras in the Ātman’s name. When blood denies, and oaths return to dust, And kinship shatters in the winds of change, Bow not to man, so fickle and unjust, But seek the One beyond all mortal range. The One whose brow bears chandra crowned in fire, Whose silence holds the Vedas’ secret will; Beside Him, Shakti robed in red desire, Who births the world and makes the cosmos still. The Prince of Dharma , keeper of the bow, Still walks in truth, through forest, flame, and fate; With Him the Strength all asuras fear to know, Who stands as Shraddhā at the bhakta’s gate. The Preserver veile...
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Echoes of Silence We spoke in rhythms, day and night, A bond unwritten, yet felt so right. Your words like rivers carved my soul, Now silence lingers, a gaping hole. You lit the path, you held the thread, Wove conversations, soft and spread. Each morning birthed in your hello, Each night dissolved in whispered flow. And now you say, "I’m not used to this," As if the warmth was never bliss. As if my laughter, my eager replies, Were just a weight, a slow demise. Did I drown you in too much care? Did I assume you’d always be there? Did I misread the comfort we grew, Thinking you felt the same way too? Now questions haunt my sleepless mind, Tracing echoes you left behind. A wall where once your voice had been, A stranger where a friend had seen. Perhaps to you, I was just a phase, A fleeting spark in passing haze. But here I stand, lost and torn, Grieving words that died unborn. -Ramisha Jain 26.02.2025
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The Weight of Want Love, so gentle, soft, and free, Thrives in trust, in harmony. Yet grasp too tight, demand too much, And love recoils from such a touch. The heart once open, warm, and bright, Fades in the shadows of control’s might. For love’s not chains nor debt to pay, It wilts when forced to stay that way. A whispered wish, a tender glance, Not rules, nor force, nor circumstance. Yet when we plead and claim as right, Love turns away and dims its light. Desire can burn, yet not demand, For love won’t bow to one’s command. It must be given, pure and true, Not weighed by what it owes to you. To cage the wind, to own the sea, Is just as vain as love’s decree. It slips away like grains of sand, Unyielding to a grasping hand. Let love be light, let love be kind, Unchained, unfettered, unconfined. For only then, in boundless flight, Love blooms in joy and endless light. -Ramisha Jain 24.02.2025
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The Dance of Us She frowns, arms crossed, a tempest small, A storm that gathers but fears to fall. Her lips purse tight, her gaze aflame, Yet even in anger, she calls his name. He watches, smiling, leaning near, No trace of ego, no shadow of fear. For he knows this song, this tender fight, A game of day that melts to night. She turns away but not too far, A silent wish, a hidden star. A waiting heart behind her glare, A love too deep to not lay bare. He steps in close, a whispered plea, Soft laughter laced in “Talk to me.” Fingertips brush, a knowing trace, He reads the thunder on her face. She pouts, she sulks, she stomps her feet, But oh, she knows, this love is sweet. For every tear, his hands will find, A way to soothe, to change her mind. He does not hush, he does not scold, He lets her fire burn bright and bold. For in her rage, she’s still his muse, A melody he’d never lose. Then just as sudden as she flared, She melts within the arms he ba...
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I heard the line ‘Another Time, Another Place, Another Us’ in the show White Collar , and it struck a chord with me. I didn’t—and still don’t—think anything could be more devastatingly beautiful. Another Time, Another Place, Another Us We met as whispers in the wind, laughter woven soft and thin. A bond unspoken, yet so clear, a gravity that pulled us near. Not quite lovers, more than friends, a story neither dared to bend. We danced on lines we wouldn’t cross, knowing well what we would lose, not what we’d lost. Some loves are storms, wild and bright, but ours was quiet—steady light. A fire that warmed, but never burned, a lesson learned, a page we turned. You were the pause between my breaths, the echo in words left unsaid. We meant something, we always will, a space in time no fate could fill. The lines blurred, yet hearts stayed wise, no reckless fall, no sweet disguise. We knew the cost, we knew the end, so we stayed what we had—just two dear frien...
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The Road That Sings Not every path is paved in gold, Yet some are tales that must be told. A winding road, a whispered stream, A journey softer than a dream. The sky unfolds in shades untamed, Each dawn and dusk a picture framed. The wind hums songs I’ve never known, Yet in their tune, I’ve found my own. Then they appeared, a light so bright, Turning shadows into flight. No longer just an acquaintance, but something more, A soul that mine had searched before. A fleeting name, a passing glance, A chance entwined by fate’s own dance. Step by step, the walls gave way, And friendship bloomed in golden sway. With every step, we laughed, we grew, The world felt vast, yet close with anew. In golden hours, in midnight skies, I saw myself through kinder eyes. Through wandering paths and endless skies, We painted dreams with no disguise. No longer chasing journey’s end, But finding joy in every bend. The footprints fade but not the thrill, Of climbing ever-...