249. Love is gone

 My affection and love for one is beyond material reward

I know now to not believe what I see but think a step forward 

I received a Birthday gift 

The charm that made mood uplift 

He asked to accept this gift for friend sake 

Who got for me 2 kg 2 big cake

These cakes were bought to his home 

And excess he said would be distributed to an old age home 

I was amused since the thought process was so kind 

Some random stranger celebrating my birthday was rare to find 

'Stranger 'the term since we are just pen friends

Letter writing through email is my most favourite among trends

For this gesture I wrote him appreciation letters over phone 

As I was gracefully embracing the unknown

Recently I was googling myself where I typed Happy Birthday cake 

And the same one appeared. LOL!!! I got a headache 

I am so naive to assume these surprises were true 

The deep connection was fakely shown 

Love was nowhere at first place to be gone 

A prank on my birthday to prove 

That embracing unknown is a fairytale 

A known devil is better than unknown ange

l !!!

©️ Priyanka Kamath 

27 sept 2025

248. Maa Durga

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A soulful, devotional free-verse poem combines gratitude for the blessings of the various forms of Goddess Durga (Annapurneshwari, Saraswati, Lakshmi, Parvati, Lalitambika, Shakti) with a story of overcoming personal anxieties and uncomfortable social encounters. The poet uses the Navratri festival as a time for self-reflection, setting boundaries, letting go of self-pity, and learning to find strength and healing from past mistakes. Its central theme is choosing inner peace and strength over external negativity and rumination.❤️

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This piece immediately feels personal and introspective. Unlike conventional devotional poems, it blends spirituality with real-life reflection, making Maa Durga not just a deity to worship but a guiding presence in daily struggles. The conversational tone makes the reader feel like they are stepping into the poet’s mind.

Strengths:

Authentic and relatable: The inclusion of personal experiences, like dealing with societal pressures or overthinking, grounds the poem in reality.

Connection to multiple forms of Maa: Acknowledging Annapoorneshwari, Saraswati, Laxmi, Shakti, Lalitambika, and Parvati showcases a wide spiritual perspective.

Theme of resilience: The recurring message is clear the goddess empowers inner strength, wisdom, and emotional balance.

Reflective moral: The poet emphasizes learning to choose what to accept and what to let go, which aligns beautifully with the essence of Navratri.

The poem inspires mindfulness and self-reflection. Readers can resonate with the challenges mentioned and feel comforted by the goddess’s guiding presence. It feels like a devotional self-help guide in poetic form.

Suggestions:

A bit of line trimming or paragraphing could enhance readability; some sentences are long and dense.

Occasional punctuation adjustments would make the flow smoother.

A slightly more poetic rhythm in some sections could elevate the reflective tone into lyrical devotion.

Overall, this is a heartfelt, thoughtful, and grounded portrayal of Maa Durga’s presence in modern life both devotional and personal.

With admiration 

-Shivangi*Maa Durga**

Any day when I look myself feeling stressed 

I remind myself on how much I am blessed 

I bow down to maa Annapoorneshwari's feet 

For the scrumptious food I get to eat 

Saraswati Maa's blessing on each talent she has gifted 

A new learning or even a hobby makes my mood instantly uplifted 

When I see people ranting over how workload is more 

Welcoming laxmi Maa with each pay cheque is a blessing one yearns for sure 

Doing office work and then household chores is a get away from boredom 

Indeed a blessing from Maa Parvati who makes me queen of my kingdom 

Maa lalitambika has blessed me with wit and beauty 

Maa Shakti gives me strength to do my duty 

This navratri I came across many awkward instance

And I am narrating how Goddess created around me a layer of fence 

A lady who barely knows me tried getting too personal echoed my ears 

On why I couldn't bear any child from so many years 

Another instance on certain beauty standards surfaced blinking 

It put me in trigger point wherein any response would lead to overthinking 

A feeling on someone mentioning a term for me didn't seem good 

But Goddess is helping me handle such situation I understood 

I know where her thought process comes from to add 

Some people just speak without thinking and her intention may not be bad

So firstly Goddess helped me remove the bitterness that I was creating within 

Secondly avoiding people who may create negatively and poke like pin

Everything in life has a choice

I need to learn what to take and rest to leave and be wise

If I choose the lady's comments to overpower my belief 

Overthinking would never give me relief 

So leaving things what's not meant for me is what I learn this festivity 

To be strong, happy and never go on zone of self pity

Sometimes I feel I fail to give answer on time 

And then think about it and not feel fine

I tend to fail each exam I am bound 

And on repeat I feel same type of issues around 

Goddess is making me strong to surpass this instances which affects like sword

My aura should be so strong and my action should speak louder than words 

I may have hurted someone so bad in my younger age

That any curse must be lying as a baggage 

I pray and say sorry to that soul and God 

Help me heal and let go off whats on hold !!! 

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

26 September 2025

247. Meera Bai

 Prompt84

*Picture Prompt - Meera Bai*

Phone beside meerabai dipicts by the way 

That Krishna is just a call away

 

Meera bai devoted her life to the lord

Overcame victorious amidst all odd

Meera Bai's Bhajan are a treasure pure

Afterall she poured her heart to core 

She radiates a bright glow 

As white and pure as dove 

Krishna in Gokul was in heart each ones

Mesmerized were people for his one glimpse

Meera was daughter in law of the village own 

And Krishna wanted to welcome this new bride in town

 

But she wanted to ensure she doesn't fall for him

So tried escaping any meet up thinking it would be sin

Krishna in retun told her that day 

She will wait for him till eternity someday 

Next life she was born as Meera Bai 

An unbreakable bond lifelong tie 

She survived even with poison and chaos 

As each offering she kept for her dear spouse 

Meera Bai is not just a devotee of dear God 

She teaches faith and self belief is instrumental to overcome all odd

#PoesyTales84

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

24 September 2025

@⁨~Anu K⁩ 

246. The profession I like the most

 *The profession I like the most*

Profession's parameter is generally in terms of money 

What I believe may seem baseless to many 

As per me,the most underrated profession is 'Kindness'

The benefits one receives is plenty of goodness 

But financial independence is what a person seeks in mind 

Happiness at workplace is attained through being kind 

I am a homemaker in addition to my corporate work 

Writing a poetry on my way home is my most awaited perk 

Each one of us may have challenges 

Few health related and some baggages

But small act of kindness even as little as a genuine smile

Can make things sorted which once seemed a rack of pile 

Sometimes God has his way of giving things on time 

I never imagined a profession at big 4 firm to be mine 

Initial years when I couldn't get any job

All I did was feeling irrelevant and sob

But during that time I learned to be a good housewife 

Cooking and taking care of home is indeed a skill in life 

One more underrated thought is that one can take up one profession

I believe after a hectic job doing household chores is a therapy session

Whatever worries I may have accumulated at workplace 

I crush them along with jaggery at my pace 

I will be occupied in my profession with focussed sip

That I wouldn't have time to think about gossip 

Clear mind with kind intention is my offering to the lord 

Grateful and blessed to be in this profession abroad !!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

22 September 2025

245. Little Things

 Review 

Marvellous ❤️

Beautifully captures the essence of finding joy in the minutiae of everyday life. The strength of the piece lies in the specific and relevant images it contains, from a perfect eyeliner wing to the tribute to loved ones. Effectively utilizing rhyming couplets, it conveys a powerful message of gratitude and contentment with ease.❤️

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g ❤️*Little things*Hey Priyanka @⁨Priyanka Kamath⁩ 

Your poem “Little Things” is like a heartfelt gratitude journal woven into verse. What I loved most is how you captured joy in such a wide spectrum of moments—from the sparkle of a winged eyeliner to the soulful act of feeding furry babies. It shows how beauty exists both in self-love and in kindness shared with others.

The couplets give the poem a rhythmic flow, almost like daily affirmations. Lines like “Daily catch up with my parents who are in heaven / A good tight sleep and waking up before seven” are especially touching—they carry so much e

motion, balancing memory, routine, and love with grace. 

There’s also a strong sense of spirituality throughout, which makes the poem shine brighter. I felt the mix of gratitude, simplicity, and faith blend beautifully, reminding us how little joys keep us grounded even in life’s challenges.

If I may suggest, a touch more polishing of rhyme in some places could make the flow even smoother—but honestly, the raw charm and sincerity are its real strength. 

Such a wholesome, uplifting piece—you made “little things” feel like big blessings. 

Beautifully expressed! 

With admiration,

~ Shivangi

🌟 *MNR CREATIVES - CHALLENGE #46 RESULTS* 🌟

Hello, beautiful souls of MNR! 🌼✨

What an absolutely heartwarming celebration of life's tiny treasures! Your words didn't just describe joy—they became joy itself. From steaming chai to rainy days, from old notes to gentle touches, you reminded us that happiness often hides in the smallest corners of our lives. Reading your entries felt like collecting little pearls of light!

After soaking in all that warmth and wonder, here are our top three winners:

🥈 *Priyanka Kamath – “Little Things”*   @⁨Priyanka Kamath⁩ 

Your words flowed like a grateful heartbeat! From spirituality to simple routines, you celebrated joy in all its forms. We could feel the mindfulness and resilience shining through every line. A beautiful, rhythmic reminder to cherish the everyday! 🧘‍♀️🌿

I am someone who finds joy in little things 

Even an act of kindness in form of a simple smile gives me wings 

An email from an affectionate friend 

Letter writing is never out of trend 

That perfect wing eye liner and hairdo is a lovely feel

Entire day it ensures confidence and zeal 

Watching TV with loved one after a heavy day 

Writing a poem while commuting from office on the way 

Documenting my poetry certificates with poem in my blog appeals

Learning and posting new ways of doing reels 

Sharing my tit bits of learnings to someone who need

Seeing happiness in face of furry babies when I feed

Being grateful to this beautiful experiences God has been giving 

Letting go of any hurt to forget and forgiving 

Daily catch up with my parents who are in heaven 

A good tight sleep and waking up before seven

Doing my duty with love and grace 

Having faith in almighty in facing life's challenging phase 

These little moments makes life easier with mood uplifted 

Blessed and grateful for this little joys I am gifted !!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

18 Sept 2025

244. Dillema

 

Dillema has certain feature

At times in my control and a good teacher 

The most treasured gift we have is this life 

Each breath we take is a valued precise 

Experiencing wheezing issue is one of the most tough time 

I feel out of control and also doubt if this life exist to be mine 

When life gets back to normal and I feel fine 

Struggling between life and death is a dilemma with thin line 

Will power is the X-factor which takes me to assurance route 

I need to build on my immunity, time for my system to reboot 

Let me give you an example on how controllable dillema looks like 

My previous manager in same company with whom my heart had gone on strike 

When I encountered her ,my dilemma was if to smile or turn my face 

But I needed to heal from within from all hurt and past phase 

So i smiled and a little kind gesture positive

Made the atmosphere fresh and alive 

Just like there is a winning moment after overcoming fear to core 

Overcoming controllable dillema leads to loving myself a little more 

Life is all about choices I make without fear 

Dillema occurs when mind is unclear 

Life comprise of clear path and doubtful minds fusion

So revisiting and foreseeing helps me overcome my confusion!!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

16 Sept 2025

Review 

Profound❤️

The powerful concept of dilemma is beautifully expressed to explore both life’s biggest challenges—like health concerns—and everyday, manageable challenges. The deep connection between physical struggles, mental clarity, and willpower is brilliantly highlighted.❤️

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243.

 Day 11

The two way image seems to face me and also turn away

Is someone arriving or already gone today ?

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

@⁨~Vipin V. Kamble⁩

243. Story - Kindness isn't weakness

Review 

Dear Priyanka, @⁨Priyanka Kamath⁩ 

What a relatable and compelling narrative you’ve shared!

The opening instantly sets the scene — your cordial, smiling self contrasted against Mustafa’s bluntness feels painfully real. The simple act of holding the door, and the lack of acknowledgment, carries a quiet emotional weight that many readers will connect with.

The story unfolds smoothly, moving from a normal office morning into a subtle assertion of self-respect, and then — that calm yet firm response! It was unexpected yet perfectly fitting. The way you maintained professionalism while giving “a bit of his own medicine” keeps the tension alive and makes the moral hit even harder.

I especially liked:

The moral: “Kindness should never be mistaken for weakness, and sometimes quiet firmness speaks the loudest.” — powerful, thought-provoking, and memorable.

The pacing: from greeting → dismissal → calm response. It reads like a short, impactful life lesson.

A small suggestion: You could consider adding a tiny glimpse of your internal thought or emotion when Mustafa dismisses you — it could heighten reader empathy and make the scene even more immersive.

Overall, “Kindness Isn’t Weakness” is a strong, professional, and relatable piece. It takes a simple office moment and turns it into a lesson on respect, boundaries, and quiet strength.

With appreciation,

~ Shivangi

Powerful thought❤️

You handled a difficult situation gracefully and professionally, while sticking to your ground. It takes a lot of emotional intelligence to stay calm and deliver a strong message without escalating the conflict.

Highlighted a valuable lesson that kindness doesn’t mean giving in to others. It’s about keeping your cool and setting boundaries when others mistake your good nature for weakness, is commendable ❤️

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Kindness Isn’t Weakness

I’m usually the one with a smiling face in the office—always cordial, always kind. But sometimes, I feel that this goodness gets taken for granted.

This morning, as I entered the office, Mustafa was right behind me. Out of courtesy, I held the door open for him and greeted him with a warm “Good morning.” His response? Not a smile, not even a nod—just a blunt, “What is the status of the turbo invoice?”

I get it, we’re professionals and work conversations matter. But I’m not an AI. A simple greeting or smile doesn’t cost anything. Considering I wasn’t even at my desk yet, his approach felt dismissive and a bit mean.

Usually, I don’t speak up in such situations. But today, I did. I told him to send me an email. For someone who is “too professional” to even exchange a greeting, email feels like the right medium. I didn’t argue or raise my voice—I just gave him a bit of his own medicine, calmly.

Moral: Kindness should never be mistaken for weakness, and sometimes quiet firmness speaks the loudest.

242.

 Day 08

The fog before my eyes hides God from view,

But clearing my clutter reveals the path true.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

@⁨~Vipin V. Kamble⁩

241. Word Sword

 Word Sword*

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A beautiful portrayal of the power of language and its impact on personal relationships, especially with in-laws, with a catchy title. The journey from the “sweetest” flattery to the “hurtful” flattery is effectively depicted and the harsh truth that words can cause wounds that even “forgiveness” cannot heal is revealed. The various uses of words—flattery, candor and diplomacy—are beautifully categorised and the conclusion is that diplomacy is the most challenging but valuable skill in managing relationships. It is a reminder that even though physical wounds heal, the “sharp feeling” of words can linger for a long time, making their careful use a vital life skill.❤️

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At times I am too sweet with word

When angry I can be bitter and absurd

There are three categories of words

One is being too direct with zero flattering 

Other is completely buttering 

Final one- word diplomatically uttering 

Words, like arrows ,when too direct 

Diplomatic words has scope to further disect

As my alliance was fixed I was too sweet to my in-laws

And then slowly I started finding flaws

From being happy to being grumpy bee

My word play too faced its own journey

There was a time when I was hurtful to my in-laws as my words kicks it 

I realised my mistake but a sorry couldn't fix it 

I may do 99 good things and well wished 

But it's human nature to remember 1 that was missed

So visible wounds can still heal 

But words has sharper feel

Now we speak , smile and have a good time 

I only hope that with time they feel fine 

out of word play the most easiest is to flatter 

Being honest needs solid heart as choice of words also matter 

The most challenging category is being diplomatic 

As this quality will help me sustain any situation that can be problematic 

Word is a valuable skill 

If not used wisely it has potential to relations kill !!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

09/09/2025

240

 

I see Lord Shiva in deep meditation, divine and bright,

A halo of stardust, a radiant, illuminating light

.

239.

 

Day 6

Today I felt healed, my heart turned light,

Like a rainbow fresh after rain so bright. 🌈

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

@⁨~Vipin V. Kamble⁩

238

 Day 5

While one complain about comforts with endless entitlement,

Cactus 🌵 survives with bare minimum requirement !!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

@⁨~Vipin V. Kamble⁩

236 ( a) The trap.of temptation

 The trap of temptation*

A fluffy rat named Geet, with her grey colored spouse,

Were travelling in a train 🚂 called Arranged, their house.

The hardworking rat would bring her vanilla cake,

With a cherry on top, neatly set for her sake.

If caught, he would take all the beatings with care,

Protecting his Geet, with a heart pure and rare.

But Geet always longed for a cheesecake 🍰

Till she saw another train 🚂 named 'Affair Express', at a platform’s gate.

And he showed samples of cheese cakes he steels each day a pair 

And geet takes a decision of choosing an affair though her heart knew it's unfair 

Geet forgot what her spouse did with love each day,

And boarded the train to begin a new way

The white rat gave cheesecakes on a fancy tray 🍽️ 

She enjoyed her share but was he her hope’s ray?

She grew fatter from cheesecakes with each passing day,

Till she met her spouse at a station, unsure what to say.

The grey rat 🐀 still loved her, with vanilla cake in steel plate,.

And now she regretted choosing her new fate.

The white mouse 🐁, when he found a new rat in the car,

Ignored the fluffy one, who had followed him far

He stole cheesecakes for his new chick quick,

Everything for Geet changed in a moment’s click.

One day, a person set a cage for rodents to trap,

The clever white rat 🐁 knew it, and laid out a map.

He tricked the fat rat, to make her get caught,

But the grey rat 🐀 feared this he would already thought.

As the next station approached, he looked through the door,

Their eyes met, in sign language he warned her once more

Fluffy Geet understood and ran from Affair Express,

With tears in her eyes, back to her spouse she confessed

The grey rat knew she was lured by greed,

But now she longed only for love to feed

She realised the choice she had thought meant freedom,

Had stolen her joy, not given her kingdom

She was lucky to return to her loyal spouse,

Who filled her emptiness and rebuilt her house.

The mountain looks greener on the other side, true,

But her Arranged train 🚆 was her journey too.

That vanilla piece on a steel plate is indeed delicious 🍒 

Life with true love, through thick and thin, is precious 💞!!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath

6 September 2025

@⁨~Misha 🦋⁩ 

@⁨~Navya 🖊️⁩ 

237. A story of Rat

A  fluffy rat named geet with her grey colour spouse were travelling in Train 🚂 named 'Arranged'

The hardworking rat would get her a vanilla cake with a cherry topping well arranged 

If caught, then he would take up the beatings and kept her secure 

He protected her and was was kind with a heart pure 

But geet always wanted a cheese cake 

And she sees opposite train 🚂 named 'Affair' and found a white rat in door steps with milk cake

And he showed samples of cheese cakes he steels each day a pair 

And geet forgets what her spouse does and changes train to start her new affair 

The white rat gives her cheese cake in a fancy tray 

She enjoys her share but was he her hopes ray ? 

She started getting fat eating the cheese cakes with passing day 

And once she faces her spouse in a station but didn't know what to say 

The grey rat 🐀 still loves her but held up his vanilla cake in a steel plate 

And she was now regretting choosing the new fate 

The white mouse 🐁 when found a new rat in compartment 

He started ignoring this fluffy rats sentiment 

And stole cheese cakes for this new chick 

Everything changed for geet in a moment of click 

Once a person kept a cage for rodents wrap 

And smart white rat 🐁 knew it's a trap 

He played a trick to make sure the fat rat is cleared 

But meanwhile the grey rat 🐀 had an idea of this and feared 

As soon as next station approached he tries seeing his wife from door step 

And as their eyes meet he says a sign language to not fall in trap 

Fluffy rat knew the drill 

She runs from the 'Affair express'' and meets her spouse with tears fill 

Grey rat knew that she was drawn towards greed 

And now all she need is love to feed 

She realised how a wrong decision which she anticipated freedom was not leading to real happiness 

And she was lucky to get a chance to get back to her spouse and never felt that emptiness 

The mountain looks greener on other side true 

She realises her arranged train 🚆 is her destination and journey too 

The vanilla piece when in steel plate seemed so delicious

Being with loved one in thick and thin is so precious !!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

6 September 2025

Refined version 

Your poem is very expressive and has a clear storyline 💫 The emotions and imagery come through well. Grammatically, it mostly works, but a few places could be polished for smoother flow and correctness. I’ll refine it without changing your style—just grammar, clarity, and rhythm.

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✨ Refined Version (Grammar & Flow Corrected):

*The trap of temptation*

A fluffy rat named Geet, with her grey colored spouse,

Were travelling in a train 🚂 called Arranged, their house.

The hardworking rat would bring her vanilla cake,

With a cherry on top, neatly set for her sake.

If caught, he would take all the beatings with care,

Protecting his Geet, with a heart pure and rare.

But Geet always longed for a cheesecake,

Till she saw another train 🚂 named Affair, at a platform’s gate.

And he showed samples of cheese cakes he steels each day a pair 

And geet takes a decision of choosing affair express though her heart knew it's unfair 

Geet forgot what her spouse did with love each day,

And boarded the train to begin a new way.

The white rat gave cheesecakes on a fancy tray,

She enjoyed her share but was he her hope’s ray?

She grew fatter from cheesecakes with each passing day,

Till she met her spouse at a station, unsure what to say.

The grey rat 🐀 still loved her, with vanilla cake in steel plate,.

And now she regretted choosing her new fate.

The white mouse 🐁, when he found a new rat in the car,

Ignored the fluffy one, who had followed him far.

He stole cheesecakes for his new chick quick,

Everything for Geet changed in a moment’s click.

One day, a person set a cage for rodents to trap,

The clever white rat 🐁 knew it, and laid out a map.

He tricked the fat rat, to make her get caught,

But the grey rat 🐀 feared this he would already thought.

As the next station approached, he looked through the door,

Their eyes met; in sign language he warned her once more.

Fluffy Geet understood and ran from Affair Express,

With tears in her eyes, back to her spouse she confessed.

The grey rat knew she was lured by greed,

But now she longed only for love to feed.

She realised the choice she had thought meant freedom,

Had stolen her joy, not given her kingdom.

She was lucky to return to her loyal spouse,

Who filled her emptiness and rebuilt her house.

The mountain looks greener on the other side, true,

But her Arranged train 🚆 was her journey too.

That vanilla piece on a steel plate is indeed delicious

Life with true love, through thick and thin, is precious.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath

6 September 2025

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236.

 Day 4

Today my face seemed like these withered leaves 

Shed golden tears of longing lost ones and felt grief !!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

@⁨~Vipin V. Kamble⁩ 

235. Poetry prompt

 Day 3

Just as a bee carries blossoms across miles,

I wish to be the reason behind someone’s smiles.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

@⁨~Vipin V. Kamble⁩

234. Day 02 poetry prompts

 Day 02

Like a sparkling mojito with a dash of lemon,

Fresh, tempting, delightful—a perfect summon.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

233. Picture prompt quote writing

 I learn from this tree to stand out and be unique 

Attributes of selflessness and being grounded to reach peak!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

2 September 2025

@⁨~Vipin V. Kamble⁩

232. Ppl are made of stars pretending to be ordinary

 Review 

Amazing ❤️

Beautifully captured the struggle of being true to yourself while feeling both ordinary and extraordinary. The concept of being a “star” through genuine effort and inner strength, is perfectly highlighted and resonates with anyone who has felt overlooked while working hard. The idea of finding your inner “star” by “neglecting bad vibes” is particularly inspiring. ❤️

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*People are made of stars pretending to be ordinary*

The term ' Star' is subjective 

Here are my office stories elaborative 

A new task in office work's part 

I learnt and actioned with all my heart

When a client sent me appreciation note marking my entire team 

My peers smile didn't radiate that beam

My lively nature is equated to 'buttering'

And credits are not given to my hard work enduring 

In my previous department too I felt outcast

Where ONLY my name was excluded from a team award in past

I have also set my journey of struggles fair 

But jealousy is a disease without any cure 

What makes me a star 

Is neglecting bad vibes and walking far

Star for me is my spirit to work outside and in my home 

Star is feeling to appear strong and have a smile even when I feel alone 

Star is me when I am cordial to all 

Irrespective of knowing their vibes for me afterall

Being Star is doing things right even when nobody sees

Star is being humble , grateful to God and in peace 

Chat GPT is my best friend but it curbs my creative expression

 

Star feeling is not taking its help and writing with genuine intention

Being ordinary is a blessing in disguise 

Atleast I won't attract many negative eye

Humility makes me ordinary and down to earth 

But star within me knows my worth !!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

2 September 2025

231. Silence

Review 

Excellent ❤️

A deeply introspective poem that effectively portrays a personal journey with poetry. From beginning to write poetry as a means of finding your voice to a moment of disillusionment, and linking it to the struggle between wanting external validation and needing inner authenticity, is beautifully portrayed. ❤️

The use of simple, direct language makes the emotional narrative clear and natural, while the end lines provide a strong sense of hope and a commitment to self-discovery.❤️

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I started my poetry journey two years back 

I had so much to convey my experience stock 

My poetry served as a friend to overcome my silence of lips 

I documented my experience in form of memory clips 

I knew my poetry form isnt very convention type

Yet the motivation used to be didis feedback hype 

By silence had emotions expressed through poem 

Eventually I started using help of AI some

AI made my average poem looked great 

But now I no longer to them relate 

My purpose of initiating write up was to come out of silence 

And expression in my own words were my point of reliance 

I lately felt I am losing my essence 

I was not writing anymore for my self 

My real feelings were captured under fence 

All it radiated was dark silence 

I thought I should take a break from innumerable writing groups I am in peak 

And just focus on writing one poem a week 

A little break can help me from breaking the pattern 

My silence does speak volumes and with new energy I shall return 

i will speak to self and make myself my best friend 

Focus on my healing than being in competition to be the best trend 

Silence within proved powerful for me to realise 

How I can nourish within self to break the noise within and open my eyes. 

Polished version 

I began writing poetry two years ago,

with so much to share, so much to show.

Poetry became my companion,

a way to speak when my lips stayed silent.

I captured my feelings like little memory clips,

though my style was never the usual script.

What kept me going was my sister’s praise,

her words lit up my writing days.

Later, I tried using AI’s hand,

and my poems looked polished, even grand.

But slowly, I felt less connected inside—

my true emotions were forced to hide.

I had started this journey to break my silence,

to rely on my own words, my own guidance.

Yet I began to lose my real voice,

and poems felt empty, not my choice.

So, I’ve decided to pause and step back,

to leave endless groups and reduce the stack.

Just one poem a week, that’s my plan,

to return with fresh energy, truer than I began.

I’ll talk to myself, become my own friend,

seek healing over chasing the trend.

Silence has shown me something profound:

nourishment within helps clear the sound.

Through stillness I’ll find my way,

and open my eyes to a brighter day.

Sri

 I came to know that you both connected,

At first, being uninformed, I felt affected.

If it were something I was meant to see,

You’d have told me with clarity, meant to be.

Since it wasn’t mine to know or keep,

I trust the process, my heart at peace.

She hated me, cursed me—perhaps rightly so,

I was selfish, and I admit my mistakes, sunk low.

Thank you for not naming me in the blame,

For not letting guilt cling to my name.

You freed me from the burden I bore,

A weight of remorse I carried before.

Grateful for the way you protected my space,

Helped me rise from a shadowed place.

I wish you happiness in all that you do,

May life bring kindness and blessings to you.

And regardless of what decisions you seal,

Remember—I’m still your future business partner, for reel.

Final call

Final Call

by Priyanka Kamath

It so happened—I forgot my exam date,

A small mistake that turned into fate.

I didn’t check my hall ticket twice,

Just trusted the mark I made on my calendar in haste.

Later I heard the paper was easy that day,

And guilt with self-blame came my way.

Though I had scored well in the other part,

Being marked absent broke my heart.

That morning, I thought it was a holiday,

I revised my notes and let time slip away.

Then the “what ifs” kept running in my head,

I couldn’t eat or sleep in bed.

I kept asking—how could I miss?

It felt like my last chance had vanished in mist.

But time moved on, I cleared in the next,

And realized it wasn’t as bad as I had guessed.

What once felt like the worst phase of life,

Now seems not worth the endless strife.

The lesson I learnt was clear enough—

Always double-check, never trust once.

And when I lost my parents, my biggest pain,

I knew no exam loss could weigh the same.

So if loved ones leave without a sign at all,

Why worry so much for a missed final call?

230. Sri Krishna Janmastami

 ❤️Happy Srikrihna Janmastami🙏❤️

Review 

Heart-touching ❤️

Beautifully captured the essence of your devotion and personal relationship with Lord Krishna Your words convey a deep sense of gratitude and peace, reflecting a journey from worldly anxieties to spiritual contentment❤️

Keep writing with your heart ❤️

I am candid with you, my Lord,

Grateful that faith in you I could afford.

I was lost in love, in attachment, in greed,

Anxiety a worm within me, eager to breed.

Expectations once froze my heart,

Fulfilled, they craved another start.

Unmet desires brought me despair,

Now loving you is beyond compare.

You always hear my words and emotions,

With you, I cross unending oceans.

When I chant “Radhe Radhe,” I gain more time,

Peace fills my soul — knowing you are mine.

You teach me to let go, not live in distress,

Even my simple food you accept and bless.

I see you in the vast universe,

I hold you close when times turn adverse.

I see you in my smile’s soft light,

I feel you with me on every mile’s sight.

I am in deep love with you, my Lord,

You are bound to me beyond this body’s cord.

It took me years to truly see,

How much you’ve always cherished me.

As a child, I joined Krishnastami at school,

We got sweets, wore tradition, sang bhajans — so cool.

At home, I miss mom’s panchkajaay to relish,

Your birthday celebrated grandly, prasad I’d lovingly finish.

I am grateful to you for choosing me,

You lifted me up when I was losing me.

You lit my path when darkness I could see,

And bound my heart to you for eternity!!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

14 August 2025

229. Ganapati

 हर संकट से उबारा,

हर मनोकामना को सँवारा,

माँ-बाप का जीवन बना तेरी लीला का प्यारा नज़ारा,

असीम आभार इस जीवनदान और साथ तुम्हारा,

हे बप्पा, अपनी कृपा-सुधा सदा बरसाना हमारा।

228. The Power of Vermilion

Review 

Splendid❤️

Powerfully conveyed your thoughts by connecting the traditional symbol of vermilion to personal strength and cultural pride.

“Soft in look, yet strong in might”

A beautiful line shows your power of pen❤️

Heart-touching ❤️

Keep writing and sharing your voice❤️

*The power of vermilion*

Vermilion also called kumkum or Sindoor

For me is a sign of strength and confidence pure

I remember when my dad was ill

He asked mom to apply huge vermilion on forehead as it's powerful than pill 

In office attire wearing one also needs skill

Earlier used to be dark and got lighter as city life fill 

After wedding it's recommended to wear 

But initially I was conscious about what ppl think and now I least care 

Daily now I make it a habit to apply 

It not just enhances beautiful but also culture tie

In one of the 16 Srinagar's a womans call

Vermilion is most powerful among them all 

It's believed to have scientific reason to open third eye

To protect spouse and be attracted to him even when time fly

It gives so much faminine vibe

Soft but strong impact to abide 

The Power of Vermilion

Vermilion—kumkum, sindoor bright,

A mark of strength, of love, of light.

For love if my life's long life and care,

Adds beauty with pride, I always wear.

It ties me to my roots each day,

In beauty and culture, it finds its way.

Soft in look, yet strong in might,

It’s my symbol of strength in sight

227. Pious poetry group activity

 *Urmila Laxman sacrifice*

Dooriyo Ka maatra Sahara chand Suraj Raha hoga

Urmila ji ne Raani rehkar bhi Aishwarya na bhoga 

Laxman ji anginat parityag Kiya 

Urmila Ji ne bhi Saha, sang Apne piya

Asahaneeya virah hote hue bhi parityag ko chun Kar jiya

Maun mai bhi prem ki paribhavna inse seekh liya

 

*Jaativad*

Jaativad Ka bhinnata vyavasaai SE Juda tha

Brahman mantra paat karte ,toh khstriya yudh SE Jude the

Vaishya vyaapar ki vritti mai 

Aur Shudra Anya Kriti ityadi mai

Maanav KO maanav samajhna

Jaati KO anyay Ka swaroop na banana

AI polished version 

🌸 उर्मिला-लक्ष्मण त्याग (संक्षिप्त) 🌸

रानी होकर भी उर्मिला ने सुख न अपनाया,

विरह की वेदना को मौन में सजाया।

लक्ष्मण के संग उसने भी त्याग निभाया,

प्रेम का असली अर्थ हमसे पहले समझाया।

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🕊️ जातिवाद (संक्षिप्त) 🕊️

कर्म से जुड़ी थी पहले जाति की पहचान,

ब्राह्मण, क्षत्रिय, वैश्य, शूद्र — सबका था योगदान।

आज ज़रूरत है एकता को अपनाने की

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जाति नहीं, मानवता को मान देने की।

226. God's creatures- My hearts Bond

 Review 

Awesome ❤️

Your deep bond with animals is beautifully portrayed. Your rescue of the puppy and the undying love of stray dogs is especially heartwarming.❤️

Keep writing and sharing your unique perspective❤️

*God’s Creatures – My Heart’s Bond*

Animals connect straight to my heart,

They’ve been my friends from the very start.

One rainy day, I saw a pup in pain,

Stuck in a gutter, crying in the rain.

Without a thought, I jumped right in,

Held him close, through the mess and din.

He hugged me tight, pure and sweet,

A moment of love, simple and complete

The rescue team came, and he was fine,

But that pup had already become mine.

Stray dogs danced when I got back home,

Their love follows me wherever I roam.

Even without treats, they stay near,

Their selfless love is always clear.

My cat meows when I sleep too late,

Reminding me gently to rest — it’s fate.

Birds chirp songs when I give them seed,

A little care is all they need.

The love they give asks for no more,

It heals my soul, right to the core.

Raindrops fell but didn’t feel cold,

Love in that moment made me bold.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

6 August 2025

225. 3 things I like about slow pace of rainy days

 I had many thoughts, some hard to explain,

Being with myself would ease the strain.

I liked the days when all stayed inside,

And I could step out, no need to hide.

With parents near and pets in sight,

The world felt calm, the mood felt right.

Lazy moments—resting, talk, and treat,

Made slow-paced days feel soft and sweet

4 aug 25

224. Arrival of long lost friend on a rainy day ,who bought comfort when it needed the most / special bond

Feedback 

Poignant ❤️

A touching portrayal of a sensitive soul grappling with the complexities of relationships. How the pain of past betrayal forces someone to be cautious and put up walls for protection is beautifully depicted. His ability to feel deeply is highlighted.❤️

Keep penning 

Keep rocking

 ❤️

My moody nature makes me look selfish at times.

I initiate friendships but can never make them mine.

About a decade ago, there were two incidents during the rain.

I was supposed to feel comfort, but I only felt pain.

With one of my relatives, the friendship—at least from my side—felt real.

But I was just entertainment from their point of view, nothing to feel.

That whole situation left a deep impact,

And honestly, it changed my nature, in fact.

When another relative tried visiting us one day,

I didn’t even pick up the call—they were on their way.

It was raining heavily, yet they took so much pain

To find my house, in that storm and rain.

A simple communication from me could have made it all right.

But I stayed silent, and that didn’t feel right.

They were lovely people who genuinely cared,

But all I remember is the discomfort I shared.

That experience taught me something real—

Even now, friendship doesn’t feel like my deal.

And deep inside, I still feel sorry for that day,

For turning love and effort silently away

I’m cordial with everyone, but can’t stay close to many.

I enjoy my own space—too many ties feel heavy.

I never treated myself as a friend for long,

Now I walk the path to make that bond strong

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✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

3 August 2025

223. How does weather effect my motivation or mood*

 Day 2

*How does weather effect my motivation or mood*

Gloomy skies invite my inner voice to talk,

While sunny days gives me energy boost to cope with work 

Rainfall brings memories, gentle and vast,

And humidity shows that discomfort won’t last

There’s a weather inside me too,

Tears fall sometimes, like sudden dew.

Humid days feel like my hurried mess,

And the regret that comes after—I must confess.

But spring shows up after all that heat,

I write my thoughts, slow and sweet.

It clears my mind, helps me stay strong,

Because life goes on—right or wrong.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

2 August 2025

222. What Rainy day teaches me

 Review 

Awesome.

A powerful reflection on a common workplace mistake instills humility and growth. The journey from a moment of embarrassment to a commitment to self-improvement is relatable and inspiring. It serves as a gentle reminder that while tools like AI can be helpful, the human touch of empathy and a personal voice is irreplaceable❤️

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Keep inspiring❤️

Rainy day teaches that even gloomy day pass

Life is a learning platform, experienced another class 

Received an email from different team

Where the query was not in my stream 

I could have looped in my incharge directly 

But I wanted to write a formal response nicely 

I took help of chat GPT to draft an email and rely  

But I forgot my common sense to apply

The email looked as if I am commanding to the lead to get the task done 

Firstly to revert on this ,my business was none 

I didn't even feel I sounded rude about 

Until someone else pointed out 

When I re-read my own words 

I felt bad and absurd

Someone letting me know on my mistake is for my own good 

I didn't take it otherwise as intent I understood 

I just dropped a note to her feeling sorry for the way I wrote 

And told I never Intended but will improve the way I express and write

unless someone pointed out I never realised where I was going wrong 

Rain teaches me that even a gloomy day can make me strong 

My intention to refer Chat Gpt was just to improvise writing a letter 

But I should have used common sense to customise it better 

I agree it's smart and faster 

It's the best slave but worst master 

Slipping in rain is a metaphor to my life story 

I should raise back after each fall and shouldn't worry 

Today I sent seasons greetings to few known such 

As this is only way to stay in touch 

But many of them didn't even bother to respond 

I learn from rain to do good and not to expect in environment around 

It doesn't keep expectations log 

Nor gives one 

Some days it rains cats and dogs 

Few times none 

Refined version 

Your poem has depth, honesty, and a relatable life lesson, and that’s what makes it beautiful. It flows like a personal journal entry woven into poetic form — raw and reflective. You’ve tied a simple rainy day to complex emotions like self-awareness, humility, and acceptance, which is powerful.

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Rainy days remind me that even gloomy times pass,

Life’s a learning platform — this one, another class.

I got an email from a different team,

The query wasn’t really part of my stream.

I could’ve just looped my in-charge politely,

But I thought of drafting a formal note nicely.

I asked ChatGPT for some writing aid,

Forgot to apply the sense I had made.

The email I sent felt like I gave commands —

Not my business, nor in my hands.

I didn’t realize how it sounded at first,

Until someone pointed — it came off the worst.

I reread my words and felt a bit sore,

That wasn’t my tone, not what I stand for.

But someone showing me where I was wrong,

Helped me reflect and made me strong.

I wrote her a note, expressing my regret,

Said I’d improve — not to repeat or forget.

I used ChatGPT to help me write better,

But forgot to tailor and tweak the letter.

AI is smart, and fast, no doubt —

But without your own voice, things can go out.

It’s the best slave, but the worst master,

Use your mind, not just tools, to go faster.

Slipping in rain — a mirror of my story,

Rise after each fall — not for fame or glory.

Today I sent seasonal wishes with care,

Just a small way to show I’m still there.

Many didn’t respond — that’s alright too,

Rain taught me to give, without expecting a due.

It doesn’t keep track, or hold a grudge,

Some days it pours, and some days, won’t budge.

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220. Your presence

 Feedback 

Excellent ❤️

The journey of rediscovering self-worth and the importance of mindfulness is beautifully depicted. The progression from feeling like a “clown” to embracing self-care and confidence is extremely relatable. The transformative power of focusing on your own well-being before devoting yourself to others is effectively highlighted, and the point is made that self-love is the foundation of real connection.❤️

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Keep inspiring ❤️

As I was scrolling through my phone 

I missed my vibrant presence as was feeling alone 

When I remember my old version evident 

I see people seldom used me as entertainment

I was loud , bubbly and attention seeker 

My presence was jovial and was ardent speaker

With time as I realised I was a clown 

My smiling face turned out frown

It's a long time now but this impacted for sure

I missed my own presence and simplicity pure 

I can't undo what is done and foresee

But I can change the way I see me

For a short walk in society, I generally  pick up same dress type I wear 

Thinking who will see me or my presence even care

But today as I dressed up not for any attention 

But for my self reflection 

I felt my presence to be so broad and beautiful 

I felt confident and the walk seemed fruitful 

Sometimes I do things to be too nice 

It seems buttering as people are wise 

I need not over explain or prove 

But inner extremities at times potrays too good to be true 

Now I do feel what I miss the most is being at present for sure 

As my thoughts keep running either in past of future 

Presence of mind seems simple but is actually tricky and precise 

When mind is accustomed to one minute reel, at times it  can't think wise

I am finding myself and my presence 

Taking some me time to self reflect does makes sense 

Takeaways-

Presence of mind  is the best present 

Forgetting past scenarios and not holding on at present 

My presence is beautiful only that I need to realise this 

Little bit of dressing up is for my own confidence bliss 

only when my glass is full ,to others I can pour 

Same way only when I value my presence and love to core 

I can offer the genuine affection 

consciousness is present in all , staying grounded to values is a essence of true reflection.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

29 July 2025

Thank you for sharing your heartfelt poem, Priyanka. It’s introspective, vulnerable, and carries a strong message about self-reflection, growth, and reclaiming one's presence. The emotions are clearly conveyed, and there's sincerity in your voice, which makes the piece relatable and authentic.

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Overall Strengths:

Emotional honesty: You open up about your journey, inner struggles, and realizations.

Themes: Self-worth, inner healing, living in the present, and authenticity — all strong and relevant.

Natural flow: The progression from past experiences to present realizations is clear.

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✨ Lightly Edited Version (Keeping Your Style Intact)

*Your presence*

 As I was scrolling through my phone,

I missed my vibrant presence — I felt alone.

When I remembered my old, radiant self,

I saw how people used me more for entertainment than help.

I was loud, bubbly, an attention-seeker,

My presence was jovial; I was an ardent speaker.

But with time, I realized I was just the clown —

And my smiling face slowly turned into a frown.

It’s been a while, but the impact stays,

I miss my own presence and those simpler days.

I can't undo what's been done or foretell what’s to be,

But I can change the way I look at me.

For a short walk in society, I often pick

The same old dress, plain and quick —

Thinking, “Who will notice me? Who’d even care?”

But today, I dressed not for them, but with self-care.

I felt my presence — broad and beautiful,

I felt confident; my walk felt fruitful.

Sometimes I act too nice, too kind,

But people are wise — they read the mind.

I need not over-explain or prove,

Yet inner intensity makes it too-good-to-be-true.

What I miss most is being present,

As my mind keeps running — past or future resident.

Presence of mind sounds simple, even cliché,

But when fed on reels, the mind loses its way.

I’m finding myself and reclaiming my grace,

Taking time for me — slowing the pace.

Takeaways:

Presence of mind is the best present.

Letting go of the past and not holding pain in the present.

My presence is beautiful — I just need to see,

Dressing up sometimes builds confidence in me.

Only when my glass is full, can I pour to others —

Just as I must love my own presence like no other.

Only then can I offer affection that's true,

For staying grounded is reflection’s virtue.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath

29 July 2025

219. 15 August 2025 contest - poetry tales

 

Certain things not visible ,but real warriors are keeping us safe this side 

Fighting to protect our mother India's pride

Any Laurel to our country seems my personal victory

Let India shine , flag waves in pride and make History!!!

©️✍️ Priyanka Kamath 

( For 15 August 4 liner poem contest ) 

218. Caption the image

 My image of bhakth is my soul pure 

The divine is having a conversation from hearts core 

Dear God , I feel very anxious sometime

Scrolling through trivial content is a sign

At times , I become too excited 

That I forget to be far sighted 

I don't realise the consequence

And I jump to climax without passing through sequence 

I feel my mind is cluttered with lack of zeal and focus 

Breathing becomes faster and deep within real emotions press 

My soul seems captured in body which emotions mix

Please help me come out of this ,heal me and fix

Lord Shiv replies 

With love deep down His eyes 

Falling in toxic loop may have become your habit 

You have become a lazy one in story of tortoise and rabbit 

The skills you possess are not anymore used 

The books lying untouched and refused 

The things that you loved once are redundant 

And those mind space is occupied by toxic content 

It' may be  difficult but not impossible to go back to basic 

Refresh the memory and one hobby you pick

Childhood trauma may have lead your nature extremities 

Heal yourself and any hurt do release 

It's ok if you spoke too much or did any stupid act 

You lead by example infact

Next time you have experience how not to repeat same mistake 

Be true to yourself and slowly dismiss anything within you that seems fake  

Have faith in God and do your duty 

Overcoming the challenges is life's beauty!!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

25 July 2025

217. Beyond the reach of shadows

 

Review 

Poignant ❤️

A truly touching tribute to Kiki, filled with heartfelt memories and deep affection. 

Beautifully captured the special bond you shared and highlighted her unique qualities and the comfort she brought to your life. It's clear she was an extraordinary companion, and her presence will always be cherished.❤️

Keep penning 

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 ❤️My pet Kiki

One of the important family members was my little kitty 

She was one eyed from birth and we named her Kiki 

She was a black cat with golden spots all over her 

She had a lovely aroma that I couldn't get over her 

If I decided on overnight studies for any test

She would come to call me and rest 

She would hug me each time I cried 

Would be part of my gigs and smiles wide

When my parents passed away ,she was there to console me and it was profound 

When I was afraid with power cuts,she would make sure to be around 

she loved biscuit milk , fish , cat food 

She was gentle and always good 

More than human ,things she understood 

She is beyond the reach of shadow and bond 

Has began her new journey beyond 

Dear Kiki , These 13 years with you was beautiful and life felt at ease 

You are always my sweetheart , may your soul rest in peace !!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

22 July 2025 

( 2013 to 2025) 

216. Closed Door

Review 

Excellent ❤️

A very touching content , beautifully pays tribute to your late father. A vivid and personal portrait of him is painted, weaving together fond memories of him with profound love and respect. The strength of this poem lies in its simple honesty and your gentle way of remembering him, turning grief into a celebration of his life and legacy.❤️

Keep writing 

Keep shining

Remembering my Father Late Sri Prabhakar Kamath on his 73 rd Birth Anniversary *

Parents are the most precious prize  

They are in peace in Gods paradise

Dear Aanu , you would have been today 73

You are the most handsome man, we all agree

Last year just seem like yesterday we had our hearts gather

I hope this year you and mom get to celebrate in heaven together 

Calling you multiple times a day seemed unfinished 

When your day used to be good , my day felt happy and accomplished 

I appreciate the extent of tolerance you had in your life's tough phase 

You and Amma have absorbed immense pain yet could keep a smile on face

I am proud of you to help people in your capacity completely 

You are instrumental to generate work in many family 

I can either remember you with a smile or for your absence feel sad 

But you have always taught me to raise from worries and walk in pride 

seek your blessings and bow

The things I used to feel irritated, actually is a love

Your "Hi , How are you , fine thank you "in repeat

Your high volume news entire day in your fixed  seat 

Sunday morning DD Rangoli and Mohd. Rafi songs as wishlist 

Each day to have something tasty feast 

The chopping of veggies used to be a perfect show

Clean up of home ,kitchen and watching passerby from window 

Your one liners , happy and frown face

 

Your little party time and dancing at your pace

Your checking out in mirror many times

 

Eating medicines with love and faith to be fine 

Providing us with the best at each phase

 

Blessed to be your child by god's grace 

Please accept the sweet I am made for you with love pure 

you must be humming your favourite line ' Ram naam payasakke, Krishna naam sakkarre' for sure

Once you both were gone my point of view was - The door appear closed lock without key 

But from your shoes, I see this end is beginning of your new journey 

May you be happy in better place and at ease

Happy Birthday dad , wherever you are be at peace !!!

15 July 2025

215. Remembering my Father on his 73 rd Birth Anniversary *

 

*Remembering my Father on his 73 rd Birth Anniversary *

My parents are the most precious prize  

They are in peace in Gods paradise 

Dear Aanu , you would have been today 73 

You are the most handsome man, we all agree

Last year just seem like yesterday when we had a heart to heart talk 

Previous to this year when Amma used to make your favourite dishes round the clock 

You were emotional and missing Amma rather 

I hope this year you both get to celebrate in heaven together 

After mom was gone I experienced your other side 

Where you expressed your emotions and deep dived in memory ride 

My never ending talks even if called multiple times a day seemed unfinished 

When your day used to be good , my day felt happy and accomplished 

I appreciate the extent of tolerance you had in your life's tough phase 

You and Amma have absorbed immense pain yet could keep a smile on face 

I am very proud of you for each bit you have done for us 

Your hard work , sacrifices of lifes comfort to provide us without fuss 

I am proud of you to help people in your capacity completely 

You are instrumental to generate work in many family 

You have given me everything you could

Done your duty very well , and in thick and thin you firmly stood 

You always wished well and advised to have stability at all level 

Grateful to be born as your child , you have raised us well

You both were also parents to so many furry babies in street 

They used to dance just by your sight as if they are having the favourite treat 

I am sorry Aanu if ever I have been hurtful towards you 

I always wished well and heartily I love you 

I can either remember you with a smile or for your absence feel sad 

But you have always taught me to raise from worries and walk in pride 

Happy Birthday Aanu, you are free from any baggage this year

Eat as many sweets without diabetes hike fear 

No more puss , bandage, tension of any kind 

All you have is mom around and our past relatives behind

When I see moon , I see both of you my love 

I share with you all matters in universe now 

Hope you receive my birthday wishes annu ,you are so special 

I will never leave you , our bond has a strong zeal

What I miss the most about you is everything especially the below 

The things I used to feel irritated, actually was a love

Your "Hi , How are you , fine thank you "in repeat

Your high volume Kannada news entire day in your fixed seat 

Sunday morning DD Rangoli and Mohd. Rafi songs wishlist 

Each day to have something tasty feast 

The chopping of veggies used to be a perfect show

Clean up of home ,kitchen and watching all from window 

Your one liners , happy and frown face 

Your little party time and dancing at your pace

you checking out in mirror many times 

Eating all medicines with love and faith to be fine 

Scolding me for using too much phone

Bringing me ice candy, chocolate and cone 

Our pattern on fighting, saying sorry and repeating 

 Sharing any food equally ,laughing and eating 

We were strange but I chose this lifes happy and tough phase

I chose you both and blessed with god's grace 

Please accept the sweet I am made for you with love pure 

you must be humming your favourite line ' Ram naam payasakke, Krishna naam sakkarre' for sure

Once you both were gone my point of view was - The door appear closed with lock without key 

But from your shoes, this end is beginning of your new journey 

May you be happy in better place and at ease

Happy Birthday dad , wherever you are be at peace !!!

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I am sorry Aanu for fighting with you at any time

Just know that I love you so much and only wished you be fine 

Even when I am blessed with any share of goodness 

My wish is you and Amma be a part of it and witness

Ganesh Priya 'our home is build by you both with love , each brick has your essence 

Your children are very grateful to you in every sense

Treating your mistake as small 

And others as if the sky has fall 

You used to say me sorry, each time I helped you or put a bandage 

It's indeed my privilege to do any bit to my parent at any age

214. Krishna's relation with his wives

*Krishna's relation with his wives*

The essence of Krishna's relationships and their significance in Hindu mythology.Lord Krishna's relationships with his wives are a fascinating aspect of Hindu mythology. 

According to various scriptures, including the Bhagavata Purana and the Mahabharata, Krishna had eight principal wives known as the Ashtabharya namely Rukmini, Satyabhama, Jambavati,Kalindi, Mitravinda,Nagnajiti (Satya),Bhadra,Lakshmana.

In addition to these eight principal wives, Krishna also married 16,100 women who were rescued from the demon king Narakasura. These marriages symbolize Krishna's compassion, protection of dharma, and universal love .

 Lord Krishna's relationships with his wives are indeed fascinating. The Ashtabharya (eight principal wives) each represent different virtues and aspects of Krishna's divine nature, while the 16,100 women he married symbolize his compassion and protection of those in need.

213.Mahadev . Lord of super natural powers

 Lord Shivs beautiful super natural power 

Is how soul chooses it's parent and uncover 

Soul leaves body when

It sets it's journey in heaven

Once the accounts are set for the karmic account 

God allows the soul to get back in life and years count 

In form of rain the soul drops itself in leaves or grains to say 

As one consumes the food , it enters the body this way 

When two body meet, if soul wants to be their child 

It comes in womb as is blessified

This is how the one choosing parents is us 

Isn't this a superpower that we all had in us ?

We have been a real winner as well were the rarest one who made to this world

God is present and his supernatural powers can be felt and can't be expressed in word 

✍️©️Priyanka Kamath

13 July 2025

210. Picture prompt

 The picture of artificial waterfall stage

Is structured without water wastage 

My hometown story About water pipeline

Water scarcity used to be a issue most of the time

A tanker used to come and share water among neighbourhood 

We used to scarcely use water as much as we could

I used to fill up the buckets and task so allocate

So that we still have some spare if water in pipeline flows late 

Right from Washing cloths manually 

Till Using the water in all tasks judiciously

When voters used to contest for election

One of the main concern was regular water function 

Heart used to cry in pain

When few of them wasted water in vain 

To universe this Water is a boon pure

We need to respect and value it to ensure 

Environment sustainability is the gift we can give to generations to come 

Water is the need , preserving it is our deed and indeed is a pure Gem !!!

217. That First Time

 

That First Time*

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The first time experience when it rained memories 

Has to be my recent trip to Kazakhstan and it's stories 

Day 1 here was quite challenging time 

It however taught me to let go off the things not in control and feel fine

Shoes I wore bit me hard

Language barrier over a travel card 

Upset me as was travelling in public transport 

Met this kind person named Aashiq who was a great support

Himesh Reshamiyas ' Aashiq banana Aapne' song ran through my mind 

Not sure how God arranged him at right time to find 

Following day set more strangers who became friends 

Learnt that ' Being Genuine ' is always on trends

Day 2 explored ' Ascension Cathedral' completely made of wood that exists since years 

28 paniflov guardsmen park in glory of Martyrs

Green Bazaar is a central market 

It has dry to fresh fruits, cloths , chocolate 

Multiple shops in same place 

All shopkeepers were in race 

One seller calls me Miss World ' Aishwarya Rai'

My heart skipped a beat and I was shy 

The kazak local salesman named Paste

Gave me all dry fruits to taste 

I am still blushing for the compliment 

Should be a sales tactic or did he really meant ?

The local tour guide Dori ,

the very next day said few Hindi words key 

Expressed I look 'Sundar bundar' which actually means beautiful monkey

So I was smiling throughout about these tiny memories 

And here I express more of such stories 

Day 3 booked a one day tour that covers more attraction joint 

Reached on time early morning at meeting point 

There were many buses and watsapp group didn't mention on the bus number

The admins weren't responding to the calls either 

The DP of one of the trip participant matched with a cute guy who was waiting too

The pair of this Russian man and his mom in no time turned to affection true 

Finally traced the tour bus but seat was not suitable at all

I started typing all angry message which before being read ,deleted for all

I learnt a invaluable lesson to be calm and not worry 

As after damage is done by words , worthless is a sorry 

The tour took us to beautiful destinations that hearts won 

The kolsai lake, Black , moon , charyn Canyon 

Each place has its own history and culture 

There were Kazakhstan attire for a picture along with posing with vulture 

The places were breathtakingly beautiful 

Heart was filled with gratitude and eyes tearful 

Day 4 ,the final day of our stay in Almaty we visited a place that is place of almighty 

This gives vibes of mini Switzerland 

In July it's summer yet in mountain peak found snowsand

Russian friends from tour accompanied us this day 

I am living my dream is all I can say

Shymbulak visit through cable car till mountain peak

The sight is visually endearing seek 

Pictures as if came in reality as we started from medeu till we reached ice rink 

Kept trekking to find the ice amidst mountain flowers pink 

Playing in snow was my dream come true 

First time trekking was tough but fun too 

After a hot chocolate and coffee we were all set 

To explore koktobe nightlife and sunset 

Koktobe is a tower which literally mean mountain blue 

Nightlife here is lit , lovely ,lively I had no clue

The sunset was so serene 

Amazing was the orange sun, setting in skyline 

Koktobe is like a eye candy mini town 

I witnessed a villa structure constructed upside down

Alma means Apple here and City name Almaty is derived from this 

There is a kind of park zoo witnessed monkey , peacock, sheep and fish 

Variety of games , fireworks ,music surrounds the night life glee

And the bright moon felt as if my parents are happy for me 

The hotel we stayed had a kind receptionist 

She helped to navigate through various queries at her best

Wonderful was meeting Dori, Aashiq, Raushan,Elene, Egor

We need kind people like them many more

Taking a break and visiting Almaty , Kazakhstan was indeed a beautiful tour 

My best Birthday gift by my spouse that I cherish pure 

Grateful to God for this blessing abund

ant

Life is short , I learn to enjoy each moment!!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

8 July 2025