A gift of rhythm

 

In the folds of a saree lives a world of melody,

Each beat of the drum carries a quiet longing within.

In every strike of the hand, a rhythm finds its voice,

In every echo of the drum, identity begins.

A smile softly hums with notes unspoken,

In every tune, life’s quiet dignity is woven.

This is not just sound—it’s an ancient song,

A gift of rhythm that has traveled generations long.

In every cadence lives the spirit of celebration,

In its pulse resides an entire world in vibration.

In every beat, the heart finds a voice again,

Speaking in rhythms words could never explain.

~ Dawn

Happy Vishu

 

Golden blooms hang like a message of Vishu bright,

In Konna flowers lives Kerala’s every dream and light.

With the first rays of dawn, when they adorn the home,

Every corner whispers joy, no shadows left to roam.

Beneath the shade of Kannikonna, as Vishukkani is laid,

Each yellow petal carries blessings, gently displayed.

In temple chants and sacred songs, their fragrance softly blends,

In every prayer and offering, their quiet grace descends.

Even in childhood memories, their golden hues remain,

A mother’s careful setting—still alive within the frame.

These are not just flowers, but traditions held with pride,

In every Vishu celebration, they stand close by our side.

~ Dawn

Happy Birthday !

 

My dear Rhea, my quiet joy,

You’ve brightened life since you were a little girl.

Your smile still feels like home to me,

In your dreams live all I hope to see.

I remember your tiny hand in mine,

And now you’re growing, finding your own shine.

With every year, may you grow and be,

Happy, kind, and truly free.

Happy Birthday, my love,

Keep smiling, always.

Mom ❤️

~ Dawn

This is not just tea you hold...

 

In an earthen cup so warm,

This is more than tea’s soft charm,

In the very first sweet sip,

Feels like home upon your lips.

In the rising, gentle steam,

Lives a mother’s kitchen dream,

Every sip holds memories bright,

And a touch of childhood light.

By the roadside, evening chill,

Or sleepy mornings, calm and still,

This humble cup of chai somehow,

Draws your wandering heart back now.

As it touches waiting lips,

All the weariness slowly slips,

One more sip… then one again,

Smiles return without refrain.

In the earthy, fragrant clay,

Lives a warmth that wants to stay,

This is not just tea you hold,

But a bond—timeless, pure, and old.

~ Dawn

It gifts a stillness

 

In this little cup, a tiny world,

A flower blooms in foam unfurled,

A gentle whisper of coffee’s grace,

Softly touches the heart’s quiet space.

Placed upon marble, calm and still,

This cup feels warm beyond its fill,

Like morning light at break of day,

Or a mother’s love in a tender way.

In every sip, a comfort lies,

Like home beneath familiar skies,

A hint of bitterness lingers too,

Yet sweetness follows, pure and true.

That empty chair beside the table,

Waits for someone, if only able,

Or perhaps it calls you to simply be,

To meet your own quiet company.

This is no coffee, it’s a feeling deep,

A pause the restless world can’t keep,

Between the rush of all we do,

It gifts a stillness, soft and true.

~ Dawn

Each heart sings a tale ..

 

Beneath a blanket of endless blue,

The city stands proud in its view,

Amidst the towers rising high,

A river hums its gentle sigh.

In quiet waters, the world reflects,

Like a dream the moment protects,

In whispered waves, soft and deep,

The noise of life is lulled to sleep.

These buildings lining either side,

Hold stories time cannot hide,

Even in life’s relentless pace,

They offer stillness, a breathing space.

Boats drift on like wandering dreams,

Moving ahead in silent streams,

And the bridge—like a bond so true,

Joins two worlds in a single view.

Within this city lives a calm,

A lonely hush in the bustling swarm,

Where every face is strange, unknown,

Yet every gaze holds depths its own.

Between the sky and emerald flow,

Life keeps moving, soft and slow,

In the city’s quiet, steady beat,

Each heart sings a tale unique.

~ Dawn

Oh life !

 

What a life this life can be—what a curious, shifting tale,

It walks beside us hand in hand, yet leaves us lone and pale.

It binds our hearts to many souls, draws every stranger near,

Then softly teaches distance too—that solitude is clear.

Not just to live, but crave to live—it plants that restless need,

And once we grow accustomed, it sows a deeper seed.

“Walk your path, be set apart, don’t lose yourself in the crowd,

You came here all alone,” it says, “leave smiling, gentle, proud.”

This game of life is strange indeed—each plays by different rules,

No soul can truly carry yours, no borrowed strength or tools.

So place no weight on fragile hopes, let your heart stay light and free,

If someone hears, then let it be—if not, just let it be.

Don’t spend your breath in proving things, or chasing to be known,

Life’s quiet truths reveal themselves when you stand on your own.

O life, your ways are wondrous still, your patterns rare, untold,

You walk beside, then slip away—leaving silence to unfold.

~ Dawn