O moon !

 

This half-smile of the moon tonight,

Feels like a soul, gently incomplete,

Yet in its silence, it softly speaks,

Whispering truths so tender, so sweet.

Cradled in the arms of the darkened sky,

A glow so pure, so calm, so far,

And still it feels so close to me,

Like a familiar, quiet star.

Just this glimpse of you is enough,

To fill my dreams, to light my way,

O moon—whole or broken in parts,

You make my world shine anyway.

Even your scars feel beautiful to me,

Even your silence sings like a song,

You may not speak, yet every night,

You tell me where I belong.

Perhaps I’m a little like you,

A little unfinished, softly undone,

And maybe in this shared incompleteness,

We become whole—just as one.

~ Dawn

A walking bundle of laughter

 

Mic in hand, with a style so unique,
The moment he walks in—no one can stay meek.

He starts off calm, almost serious in tone,
But the laughter he sparks quickly overflows.

He pauses, thinks… then drops a perfect line,
And suddenly, everyone’s laughing at the same time.

A simple face, but a mind full of spark,
Every word he speaks hits straight to the mark.

Not just a man, but a moment of cheer,
A walking bundle of laughter, standing right here.

~ Dawn

A simple little story,

 

Wrapped in a warm dosa, a simple little story,

A quiet plate filled with everyday glory.

In its crisp golden layer, a gentle calm resides,

Each bite brings comfort that softly abides.

Like coconut chutney—pure, soft, and light,

Like sambar—warm with a hint of spice.

Served on a leaf, so humble and true,

Like finding something familiar in all that we do.

Pause for a moment, just smile and be,

Let small joys unfold so effortlessly.

Perhaps life is just like this plate we see—

Simple, colorful… and beautifully free.

~ Dawn

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