Being poet · contemplate · creativity · experience · expression · observation · shadow


DAY 51

When the rays disperse within my human form

My nakedness is revealed

Every step I walk is align to it

In parallel

I try to touch it

It touches me back

I try to absorb its substance within my prints

It allows me to dance in sync with it

Everywhere I go, it goes with my steps

Sometimes, it gives the illusion of being there forever

And suddenly when the lights go, it disappears

Like the feel of unfulfilled promises lovers make to one another

We feel saddened at its disappearance

With every little lights, the dreams are woven again and again

The truth of its nature remains

We are never going to substantiate our companionship, because its substance is illusory

I wonder if I am the same to it

Life long companions, we remain

With an unraveling sense, we stand in parallel, if not by one another

When I approach ….. closer and closer, its contrast is sharpen

We touch one another in grace

As I pull away, the shadow reveals me the substance within me

Nevertheless, whether I notice it or not, it always notices me, and is on guard…


a tale of two hearts · expression · faith · love · wait · wonder

The Wait

DAY 50

There, he is

Approaching the wheels of his vehicle

Along, the images of the past

There is a choice to be made

A choice to heal, in the here and now

Or the choice to suffer and make suffer

Her purpose is healing, standing by him in the healing

What is his, she wonders…

Her faith in him, stands


a tale of two hearts · Being poet · cherish · expression · love · sowing · you


DAY 49

Someone who sows good, reaps good.

You did.

Why the complexities?

Who are you fearing?

There are others directing on your field…it seems.

If not, help me know you.

Stand for love.

Love does not make one go against.

Love embraces and enlightens.

Fear not the challenges.

They are there, helping the roots to grow.

For strength.

You are the warrior to choose your steps, with courage.

You said, I am your fear.

Holding your steps.

Am I?

You are a wonderful being.

Paving your path full of wonder.

After having sowed sweetness within.

Yonder, you stand.

Yet, you remain here.

Inclusive of me, of my every cells.

You, unknown of the truth.

The insights are your sowing.

Our greatest success ever.

The persons we are today and tomorrow.

And the seed of my love for you, for life…






a tale of two hearts · contemplate · experience · expression · love · you

My Dearest

DAY 48

These are my words for you. You know who you are.

But do you know who you really are?

I know who you are.

Will it be late when you’ll come?

Will it be late when you will realize who you are for me?

Will you ever come?

The loving friendship bonds.

A diary reflecting the divinity of the innocence.

The shoe paves its way like the Crocs.

You have no idea where I am, where I have come.

With my Crocshoe.

My most precious gift being You, our love.

Do you still remember US?

Neither do I know where you are.

They say I’m holding on to what does not exist.

They say to love with a distance in the here and now. Or they say it may not be love in liberation.

Otherwise, it is signing for destruction, they say.

They are trying to help.

I choose not to judge you.

Who you are, no one knows as well.

Who I am, no one knows.

Neither you have a wish to know and walk by.

And make a stand for love.

Today, I question love.

The love that you believe is love.

I wish you took my hand, we would walk, cherishing our walk, enjoying our walk, without thinking of arriving anywhere.

I miss you very much.

Since childhood, we are ingrained with the conditioning of making practical, realistic decisions. While it is partly healthy in certain arrangement and management, it is not everything we are. It is part of it and not it all. It may have no connection with love at all.

You made your choice and stood fixed in your mind, distancing and distancing.

They tell me that you are already gone since long time, that there is no You here.

Your perceptions also say US is no possibility.

When I question you, you have no answer for me.

Must I question whether this is fair or not?

This question brings us to a circus.

A circus of the mind, of the heart, it becomes.

I still choose to not entangle in wrong perceptions about you.

Is it a blind choice or the right choice?

What it is really, is beyond my understanding.

I accept not knowing fully.

We could help one another in our understandings towards one another.

You are choosing otherwise.

Am I overthinking?

I am concerned about you.

Please help me understand you better.

The views define not any realities, neither yours nor mine.

Illusions are they.

Dancing to the tunes of the mind.

Confessing the characters.

I choose not to judge you, but to understand and forgive you, and forgive myself.

Sadness arises with the over-thoughts.

The past cannot be changed.

You are in your journey as well.

Radiating, the energy stands by you and for you, helping you sincerely.

We have risked our hearts for one another.

Always remember, my dearest, the sweetness has not gone wasted. There are no regrets in my heart, never will there ever be. All which remains with me now, is this very sweetness.

The essence of my truth, of life, is the sweetness within, and its manifestation. And you remain inclusive of me for life.

I wish to hear you, feel your presence and be near you.

My wounds are the places where the light shall pass through and this sweetness will remain grateful to you.

All the words stem from the sweetness, the silence within and from the healing taking place.

It’s not empty there.

It is complete there.

I wish you could sense the completeness…within both you and I.

The wish is your patience to listen to the truth, to your truth.

Thoughts of wishes bloom, when in pain.

Dear reader, my message is nothing really. Nothing.

When the rain touches the soil, the steps are soft.

When the rain touches the wings, it feels heavy.

When the rain catches my gaze, your truth is confessed.

The light shines again.

I still believe in you. I still believe in your kindness.

Wherever you are, wherever you walk, take good care, my dearest.

With love.


a message · a tale of two hearts · cherish · experience · expression · love · remember · you

Two Hearts

DAY 47

Dear Cutie Pie,




We met yesterday for the first time. I was hesitating to come and see you nearby. I finally came and greeted your Mother and you. You were in your dream world. You remind me of him. He likes to call you his little son even if he is your Uncle. Months ago, he shared with me that you are a boy and I also got to know your good name. It is a bliss we got to meet each other. The encounter suddenly happened. I’m glad we shared the space although I regretted I did not come hold you in my arms for few precious seconds. The hesitation imprisoned my pace and conscious will. While you were in your sound asleep, I glanced at you now and then…you were in her arms. It was a lovely moment which my gaze captured.  The sight of you – a blessing to witness. Even the short distance between us could not stop the greeting of our stardust. I do not know whether you will know me or not. Somehow, we do know each other. Since he showed me your picture – the very first time I saw you, an unconditional bond formed for life. You may know me. You may not know me. It’s alright. Our stumble across is a moment I will consciously cherish for life.


Dear Cutie Pie


With love ,





a message · acceptance · contemplate · expression · freedom · insight · inspire · love · quote

Love Liberates

DAY 46

“…….Love liberates, it doesn’t bind, love says I love you. I love you if you are in China, I love you if you crosstown, I love you if you are in Harlem. I love you, I would like to be near you, I would like to have your arms around me, I would like to hear your voice in my ear but that’s not possible now, so I love you. Go.” Dr. Maya Angelou (Loving and Letting Go)

Source: Belief | Oprah Winfrey Network (YouTube)

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We Will Remember When…

DAY 45

The birth of our life long journey

The life of our togetherness

The blissfulness of our madness, with and for each other, which made us explore beyond the frontiers of ourselves, and enlightened our union

And I

I will remember you, when I willingly fell for you, in love, with joy

When you’ll be 96 and I, 90, we will remember when…….

I miss you very much as well










Being poet · city · contemplate · creativity · experience · expression · insight · observation · poetry · Self-reflection

This City

DAY 44

What a sight!!

Of this raining City;

The water droplets soothe the lifeless glass

Resurrecting its life by reflection

Allowing my self reflection to catch my gaze

From the surface of the H2O droplets

Reminding one of our different Selves within our Self;

The dusk now dawns

Buttercup roses greets the dusk’s graceful, slow steps;

The wings settle on the wires

Wired at nature’s mess around

Curiously searching for the seeds of life;

THEY stand by each other

Immerse within each other’s presence, marrying their togetherness

The sweet chatter flows

Spreading sweetness around and they unknown to it…perhaps

Their backs, turned

Eyes towards them

Reminding onlookers of..perhaps their own sweet times

The crowd no longer matters to them

The graceful pat on his shoulder

Her arm around his

It’s meant to be a long journey…the silent message goes

The journey of their togetherness;

This City does not contain love

Boundless love contains this City;

Each..with their journey and destination..; some destinations – destinationless

For some, the distinction between the journey and the destination matters not…it’s the same

Although the walk and the pace differs, it’s a shared ‘reality’ bonding these humans;

This City amazes my gaze;

It is now time to say – see you soon to this City.. as the engine hits the road towards the countryside

A village less of a village …. mushrooming with sugar and cement at its base

A land where sugar, the horizon, the faded realm of the mountains and the sky, meet…

It’s home, welcoming me, with the scent of sweetness in the air






Being poet · contemplate · creativity · experience · expression · freedom · insight · love · poetry

Remembering You…

DAY 43

I must not fight the nature of its flow..

I must let you continue your flow just like these clouds..

Moving in their paths..unseen to my eyes..

All I see is their movement as random and spontaneous as they are..

Their nature.. ;

Their flow is as mysterious as you are..

Your nature.. ;

I wonder..

I ponder..

The release of someone who is not here.. ;

I must release you with love..


You still remain here..

Unconditionally.. ;

I, who never move on in love..

Must remain unattached to you..

In comprehension and compassion..

With unconditional love..

A truth I embody in profundity..

Letting the profoundness of our experience..

Enlighten me.. ;

Only unwords can express the divinity of the experience.. ;

Falling in love with life is my commitment for life..

The sweetness, triggered by our togetherness..

Still remains today..

I commit full-on to its blooming with life.. ;

Whenever it rains, I know why..

Whenever you feel the flurry of air, you know why, ..I remember you.. ;

With love..

I remain grateful to you..


♥ Dedicated to all who have ever truly loved.. ♥




Being poet · contemplate · experience · expression · love · poem · poetry · wounded


DAY 42

I walk everyday with an open wound;

Neither are you here to share this with,

Nor you chose to remain,

Slowly distancing, with your every right perceptions;

Did you come to hear me out once?;

This hurts;

I took responsibility;

I cannot force you to love back;

Today you do not see US in present and in future,

You concluded everything before everything;

How could you do that? But you did;

Today, I have no one to prove to, nothing to do for acceptance,

Nothing for gaining or losing;

Love ,

Come what may, we should have been together;

It did not happen;

Today, I still walk with this open wound,

Taking time to heal;

Perhaps, I should not identify myself with this wound;

It seems there forever;

All I’ve wished,

Your truth, comprehension, support, warmth of your presence,

The love I once felt;


I wish to share so much of love with you;

Are we meant to be?;

The present remains unchanged;

I do not know what to tell you;

Perhaps, you did truly love me;

Right now, I keep no wrong perceptions,

But you made me feel you do not love me anymore;

I do not fully know the truth of your heart,

Do you still love me…;

You were not and are not here to express yourself in person;

I want to hear your voice;

But I,

I’ve truly loved you,

I loved strongly;

I accept I myself put the parameter,

I wanted you to know,

My importance in your life,

To really accept me for who I am,

Telling me to come back,

Telling me, no matter what,

We’ll stay together;

I am very sorry for all you believe I did wrong;

I wish you recognized the truth of my heart, my truth..;

There are many unexplained, blank phases;

I still search for answers stubbornly;

I wonder,

Is your silence already the answer….,

Will you come find me once again…?,

Or the last time was the last time…;

I still walk with this open wound;

I suffer,

With healing spirits…,

Knowing, I must heal.



iSharvi - Wounded