Where the Lotus Bloomed 

Underneath the stars, amidst the dust storms.
A void of space and vacuum,
In the great expanse,
Like a swarm of fire-flies,
The lotus bloomed.

Where did the seeds come from?
With the sweat, blood, and toil.
In the stillness of the space and time,
The minds kept on going.
The lotus bloomed.

A cosmic mystery?
When a civilisation crumbled;
Another rose, humanity survived.
Against all the adversities,
The lotus bloomed.

A plan was already in place; 
Using mathematics, calculations were made.
A new seat of power was created.
After all the suspense, events unfolded.
The lotus bloomed.

But can everything be predicted?
Can the future be decided?
Some were flawed, most of them were right.
As the soothsayer once predicted,
Like a wildflower, the lotus still bloomed.

Sweta

When the Heart Speaks

I write when I’m happy,
When sunlight spills across the sky,
I write when the sky’s all blue,
And when the raindrops gently touch my skin.

In light and love,
With my heart open and my hand steady,
I write.
I know my fire,
What I’ve built from the peace and the chaos.

Today with a full heart,
And with you on my mind.
I write in joy and in love,
To feel, to heal, to understand.

Sweta

Shiny Streets

I roamed through the streets with shiny, bright lights,
Searching for you in every turn, every shadow.
Even the alleys, dark and deep,
Had no trace of what was once mine.

Have I lost you again—
But did I ever have you at all?
The city’s noise, loud and bright,
Cannot silence the words you spoke—
Or left unsaid.

I roamed through the shiny streets,
Carrying the darkness in me.

Rise and Fly

There will come a time when you will rise,
A moment when tears will no longer cloud your skies.
But until then, my dearest, burn—
In agony, in fear, in pain, in despair.
Burn! Burn! Burn!

Stay silent, step away,
Avoid the paths that lead you astray.
Shield yourself if you must,
From the chaos that shatters your faith.

And quietly,
Rise! Rise! Rise!
And slowly,
Fly! Fly! Fly!

Sweta

Fire

What a life it must be—
To be normal,
To walk through days unshaken,
To know a mind untouched by chaos.

What is it like, I wonder,
To have never felt despair
Seep through the cracks of your soul,
Leaving it scorched and aching?

And yet, I would not trade,
this madness, this despair.
For in this burning,
I have found my fire.

Sweta

Feelings

When it pours, it pours—feelings, I mean.

A slip of the tongue brings forth sleepless nights—

more humiliation, less humbling.

The restless mind keeps on working,

repeating, rehearsing

things I should have said,

things I should say,

torturing the soul each day.

It pours and pours—feelings I long to let go.

Sleepless tonight; perhaps tomorrow will bring

more humility and less humiliation.

Broken and Mended

I know the faces
And remember certain places,
Some stories that were told,
And treasures that were found.

I recall words spoken—sometimes—
The emotions that were felt,
The paths I walked,
The road I travelled.

I remember voices and sounds,
The smells and the touch.
The times I was lost,
And the times I was found,
The times I was broken,
And the times I was mended.

Sweta

Living In The Imagination

On the rainy day sipping my tea

I watched the world go by

The pattering of raindrops on the roof

Sounding like the rhythmic beats of a drum

Today I can live completely in my imagination

And if I feel pain and sorrow

Song of the birds trying to find shelter

Can soothe my soul

Someday I will find the simple words.

No, someday I will find the right words,

And I will explain the mess.

But until then I will stay quiet.

And I will be alright.

I can live in my imagination today.