Soulful Musings

The vast desert, With scorching sun, called suncity. Known for it's heritage, protected by divine rage, blessed by Ma Chamunda. Not just a small city, It's also the home of Mandodari, Demon king Ravan is worshipped. Marwar's capital, Rich heritage, With the divine taste of mirchibada, And the second home of Ravana, That's Jodhpur.

A dream, enticing, I see myself, the shy version of myself, The timid soul, the overthinker soul, She works hard, loves harder, I love too, but not unconditioned, I’ve learned to balance, I am not the shy soul anymore, Not lying that’s me blooming, One was shy, the other piece of me is blooming, It’s an alluring dream, Where my current self is prettier and confident, And there’s no one lying, Just a beautiful dream, Combining the past and the present.

A surreal dream, A vast garden, Gentle taps of feet in wet grass, Feet twirling in the wet grass, Her dress stained, But no one is around, Leaving her to panic, Until he sweeped her up. Lifting her in his arms, Pressing a kiss to her forehead, As he apologises to her, For prank plaued, She pushes him away, Only for him to envelope her in a hug, And a kiss pressed to her temple, Pulling her into the circle of love she dreams about.

A dream of bright future, Of something I love to do, To immerse in the world of words, To change the world with mere words, That’s a dream, My younger self was spirited, To have a smooth life, A desired job, And world of words and books, That’s all I dream for you.

Before the coffee gets cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi is a pleasant novel. It's interesting due to it's easy storytelling. The book is set in Tokyo, in a cafe named Funiculi Funicula. It's a small cafe and it was famous because it was said that one could travel to the past. However, the only condition was that if one travels into the past, they could only see people who have been to the cafe. The cafe is small but efficient. The cafe owner, Nagare Tokita is a nice man, he doesn'

No longer was she happy, The chuckling bird quieting down, Her laughter never rose, The light in her eyes dimmed, Since the day she was called out, For dreaming big, She was trying to make her space, For her words, for her emotions, They called her out, labelled her, She endured it all, For the sake of peace, But her dream broke off, The guilt gnawing at her chest, She broke slowly, While the world continued living.