I wish I had the same awe, love and reverence for poetry the way you do. It is something to marvel at. I live vicariously through you and your words that glimmer, shimmer, gleam and sparkle. 🩷
'I wonder what I’ve done to deserve poetry’s hand on my back.' ... I wonder what I've done to witness your genius and love, Raju! So moved, there is so much here 💖💖 really the most joyously dancing words!
poetry makes me forget my mundane world. it feels like i'm in my own dreamland, with words dancing around me waiting to hold my hand, pressing their precious presence upon my heart and my soul coming alive.. thats poetry to me...
"I keep poetry for later — for when I am wiser, calmer, more resilient. But my god, poetry is how I become that person. Accepting poetry means accepting how I’m wired. How much I feel..."
Poetry everywhere,
In the curve of an infant's cheek
In the cool of a morning breeze
In turbulent emotions
In rain
Everywhere
In everything...
Ahhh! Thank you Dipali.. so beautiful 💖
Poetry lights up my world. Provides meaning, rhythm, ideas and succinctly gives words to my thoughts and feelings.
You are poetry's own child, Raju! Too good - your words dance even in prose. 🩷🩷🩷
Every line in this piece is sheer poetry! Thanks Raju
Thank you, Minaz. For hearing the poetry in these words. 🤗♥️
This image is so beautiful - "... deserve poetry's hand on my back." What a magnificent guide she is.
Thank you, Stacy. Means a lot to be read by you. 💖
Words obeying me, so I can disobey the world -- beautiful piece!
Thank you, Awantika 🩷🩷
I wish I had the same awe, love and reverence for poetry the way you do. It is something to marvel at. I live vicariously through you and your words that glimmer, shimmer, gleam and sparkle. 🩷
'I wonder what I’ve done to deserve poetry’s hand on my back.' ... I wonder what I've done to witness your genius and love, Raju! So moved, there is so much here 💖💖 really the most joyously dancing words!
Aww Doel... thank you for being so generous..for the saath on this journey of words. 🩷🩷
poetry makes me forget my mundane world. it feels like i'm in my own dreamland, with words dancing around me waiting to hold my hand, pressing their precious presence upon my heart and my soul coming alive.. thats poetry to me...
“pressing their precious presence upon my heart” So so so beautiful 💘 thank you Anjali
"I keep poetry for later — for when I am wiser, calmer, more resilient. But my god, poetry is how I become that person. Accepting poetry means accepting how I’m wired. How much I feel..."
a gift from RAJU!
Thank you 💘
This is so well written 🥺🥺🥺
Thank you 🤗♥️