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

May your spirit always sing

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The queen of melodies now sits in silent grace,

As if the music of her soul has slipped from time and space.

The voice that held our hearts through joy and hidden pain,

That soothed our restless spirits—will it ever sing again?

Through every shade of life she wove her gentle art,

A note for every feeling, a rhythm for each heart.

Even in laughter, in mimicry and play,

Her voice was the magic none could take away.

Asha Tai, your leaving has left an aching void,

From childhood days to now, your songs we all enjoyed.

Your melodies sustained us, gave calm in every storm,

A timeless, tender presence—so human, yet so warm.

Now only echoes linger, soft upon the air,

A voice that time cannot erase, forever living there.

Immortal in our memories, in every note you gave,

A song that lives eternal, beyond the silent grave.

For parting is the truth each living soul must face,

One by one we fade away in life’s unending race.

But wherever you may wander, may your spirit always sing,

In a world of endless music, crowned forever as its queen.

~ Dawn

“Gum Wall”

 

There was a time when laziness had its own quiet art,

When, after the flavor faded, gum found walls to depart.

Day by day the surface filled with colors, random and bright,

By morning, hands would clean it all—restoring blank to white.

This ritual carried on, unchanged in careless flow,

While those who cleaned grew weary, yet had no choice but go on so.

And slowly, curious eyes began to see a different view,

What once was idle habit, felt like art to some who knew.

What started as neglect became a spectacle to see,

Now people pose for pictures there, in strange admiration’s glee.

Even today, if the city wipes the canvas clean once more,

By dusk, the wall is colored back—just like it was before.

Now known as the “Gum Wall,” a place of quirky fame,

Who knew that simple laziness would build such a name.

~ Dawn