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Tuesday, September 17, 2024

I love calm people

 I love calm people,

Their words fall like leaves, maple.

Soft, delicate, and subtle.


They don’t work to be seen,

Like rivers flowing beneath the green

Moving gently, unseen but clean.


Their silence speaks prayer

Harmony in every breath of air

Peace in their quiet steps, that’s rare.


They harm no one,  

Leave no scar or burn.

Just a soft presence,  

Fading like darkness.  


I find them inspiring,  

A rare kind of grace, shiny

Like moonlight resting on the sea,

In a world filled with storms, blustery.


©️Priya Jain 

Wednesday, September 11, 2024

Purpose on Pause

He asked my purpose—  

I laughed.  

It’s changed like playlists on shuffle.  

First, it was metal wings,  

Flying high to make them proud.  

Then the words, the books, the ink—  

Still chasing the same thing.


Then came my son,  

And everything flipped,  

Now I was building him up,  

While I let myself slip.


Now I’m here, floating in the space,  

No plans, no rush, no race.  

Am I stuck, or just at peace?  

Is my fire dimming, or finding release?  


I used to have goals, dreams, ambition,  

Now I sit with no clear mission.  

Is this freedom, or just a phase?  

No answers, just vibes these days.  


Maybe this is where the magic lives—  

No plans, just faith, and what He gives.


©️ Priya Jain 

Friday, September 6, 2024

ALONE

 Why are we afraid of being alone?

Weren’t we alone in the womb?

We were placed in complete silence.

We are designed to be in solitude.


After birth, we start depending 

on our mother for love, care and food.

After marriage, we start depending

on our spouses for several needs.



We want people to rely on us,  

It feeds the pride we carry inside.  

We enjoy their dependence,  

Thinking it makes us strong,  

But beneath it all, we forget the truth—  

That peace is found in being alone.



When my son walked for the first time,  

There was a spasm, a silent ache.

His independence should’ve brought me joy,  

But instead, it felt like a loss of my place.  

As he grew, I saw his freedom kept soaring

And with it, my sense of pride kept falling.


We’ve forgotten how to live with ourselves,  

But living alone doesn’t mean retreating,  

To mountains high or caves deep.  

It means creating your own quiet space,  

A Himalaya within your soul to seek solace.


To stop depending, and to let go,  

Of the pride in holding others tight—  

That’s the meaning of freedom, right?

To sit with our thoughts in quiet,  

Not in noise, not in crowds,  

But in the sacred silence within.


True celebration lies in silence,  

In the simple presence of your own existence.

It’s not found in loud music or wild dance,  

But in self awareness, giving yourself a chance.


So try, start living alone—  

And you’ll discover the peace 

by setting this beautiful tone.  

That erases all sorrow and grief.


©️ Priya Jain