Pastries falling asleep in their box.......what a line ! Ooooh......just made my morning ! Raju......I feel like coming to Mumbai and talking to you ! I think I will make another cup of tea to linger on this poem !!!
Savoured each line of this delicate poem and then the last!! Yes Raju to be slow to love the delicate all around us.. you captured the beauty of this!!
You awakened in me a need to slow down, although I believe I’ve slowed down hugely, but not slow enough to observe the littlest things that should still surprise me. Thank you for this poem that prays softly.
Our art is an expression of the Divine. Every time I am in my place in the creative process, that Divine in me is leading the way. I agree with you, that state echoes a prayer.
Pastries falling asleep in their box.......what a line ! Ooooh......just made my morning ! Raju......I feel like coming to Mumbai and talking to you ! I think I will make another cup of tea to linger on this poem !!!
Yessss!! Happiest to be an excuse for more tea.. would love to talk to you Ritu 💘🌺🌿 thank you for reading
This! Plus “my plants when I’m busy” 😆 what a delightful read.
Each & every line a “delicate” reminder of life being alive … amen to your prayer dear Raju
Thank you, Neena.. for seeing it the way only you can. ❤️
We are all thankful that you have gathered the courage to share your poems. Because, wow!!
Sanket, thank you for this, it really gives me permission and encouragement to share more poems. ❤️
Savoured each line of this delicate poem and then the last!! Yes Raju to be slow to love the delicate all around us.. you captured the beauty of this!!
You awakened in me a need to slow down, although I believe I’ve slowed down hugely, but not slow enough to observe the littlest things that should still surprise me. Thank you for this poem that prays softly.
So beautiful and tender, Raju 😍
Sublime! Loved the way the words fell softly on my consciousness, much like the parijats in the picture drifting to the ground :)
For the rest of the day I want to ride on 'soap bubbles of memory!'💖💖💖
Absolute beauty and tenderness!
Made me think of my father's feet,
Broad, with the projecting bone
(Which I inherited, which ruined all my soft shoes)
Which, in later years, I would give him pedicures
Trim his toenails, get unnerved when he squealed!
His quiet gratitude would break my heart...
What a poem to wake up to this morning. Pastries...
Thank you once again, Stacy. ❤️
Beautiful! Keep sharing them Raju 👏
Our art is an expression of the Divine. Every time I am in my place in the creative process, that Divine in me is leading the way. I agree with you, that state echoes a prayer.
Thank you, Keva! Your words have stayed with me and encouraged me. Thank you. ❤️❤️
Pastries falling asleep may just be my favourite imagery of all time ❤️. Such a gentle and lovely poem - so like the poet 🤗
Thank you Binu 💘 thanks so much
You! You! Thank you for sharing. Please do keep sharing.
Thank you dear Sarah 🥰
May we all be slow enough to love delicate things 🙌🏾🌸 Thank you for this stunning prayer in the form of a poem!
Thank YOU for your prompt. Thank you for being you. 💘♥️🌿
♥️🤗
In love with the gentle beauty of this <3
🤗🥲🌻🎶 itnaa sundarr!!