Preeti
@PreetiRel
A soulful pilgrim🙏
Each morning, I am Grateful to still find myself On this side of earth #haiku #micropoetry #fivesevenfive #poetry #3lines #writing #WritingCommunity #morning #grateful
I crave his gaze like thirst craves rain— not the world, just him seeing me #AboutLove #poetrylovers
A tear slips loose— not begged, not earned It follows neither joy, nor tragedy Just a signal that something inside wants out I let it fall and it knows where to land #vss365 #tear #poetrylovers
just for today let me ride pillion on your motorcycle no maps, no destination, just the wind, the hum of the engine, and the road ahead let it all blur behind us, a promise whispered in throttle and dust, as I remember— how to feel, how to breathe, how to be... #vss365 #promise
Just because someone makes it look easy doesn't mean it isn't draining them deeply Just because they keep going doesn't mean they never break nor that pain lacks purpose And still with that crushing weight they rise quietly again and again #vss365 #purpose
spiritual stillness; droplet waits on lotus edge #vss365 #spiritual
eyes spark with intent onyx waits beneath the flame not all battles roar #vss365 #onyx
Wisteria... It never explains itself It grows That is the answer #vss365 #wisteria
she always loved with the kind of innocence that didn’t know how to protect itself and the world left fingerprints on the pages she never offered to be read #vss365 #innocence
fold inward forget time open the wormhole- beneath thought fall through s i l e n c e and let go #vss365 #wormhole
You paint her only with colors she willingly offered, the rest, held in quiet stillness But she's more than the shades you see Silent hues, hidden depth, a life unfolding privately She's not unfinished- just undisplayed Not absent- just quietly whole #poetrylovers #poetry
skirmish after skirmish her soul fractured not by him but by years of unseen becoming He stayed, like a temple holding silence She bowed- not from defeat, but in reverence #skirmish #vss365 #GuruPurnima
one glance at the way her cummerbund kissed her curves and he was undone heart racing breath caught utterly... hers #vss365 #cummerbund
she pours out the chai but her eyes hold masala storms in porcelain #vss365 #masala
call it hamartia, call it sin- I’d make the same mistake again some fires are worth the burn, even if they scorch within #vss365 #hamartia
they named him Boxer but he was a prayer in motion, a fist carved from famine and faith he struck not to conquer but to keep the western wind from blowing his ancestors away #vss365 #boxer Yìhé tuán(义和团)
stars pull at her soul still the heel touches the earth rooted in the now #vss365 #heel
Nepal gave me breath, and I carry it like a mantra- soft, steady, sacred My patriotic soul bows to every mountain, every prayer, every place that whispers peace #vss365 #patriot
nostalgia came quietly- not a wave, just a ripple I let it in, felt the weight of a memory no longer sharp at the edges no clinging, no fixing just breath then I let it leave some things return just to remind you you’ve moved on #vss365 #nostalgia
they built a life of routine safe, predictable but each night a scintilla of wildness whispered between their dreams a phantom touch, a forgotten song, the echo of a kiss that never was by day they wore grace by night, they wandered barefoot through what-ifs #vss365 #scintilla
