His smiles and cherry blossoms 🌸

Oh God…

How do I even describe that charm???

Not petals, not spring,

not colors even in bloom,

But him.

The one who walked along cherry blossoms

cherishing them with every breath he took.

His handsomeness?

No, don’t speak of the moon,

It hides behind clouds when he smiles.

That baby face, that innocent look,

melts even the frost in nature’s arms.

The blossoms danced behind him,

but my eyes never left his gentle frame.

The whole scene whispered beauty,

but my heart knew,

it was him making the view divine.

He stood there like a secret God,

His feet touching the grass so soft.

Nature should have blushed,

for his presence made her feel loving.

Oh! The way light touched his cheeks,

felt like the skies came down just to feel him.

The breeze might have lost it’s way in his hair,

the lake stilled and birds paused,

hoping to mirror his loving soul.

Doesn’t the ocean long to feel his steps?

Do mountains not envy his gentleness?

Do the birds not hush,

to hear his melodious voice?

Forgive me, Lord,

for my eyes have forgotten the world.

But how can they not,

when he is all the world to me?

No garden can bloom more than my heart

when he sends his pictures to me,

smiling like a child so cute.

Oh my love…

How can I even imagine a life

where you don’t exist in it?

Every blossom, every breeze,

every beat of my heart,

every breath I inhale,

belongs to you.

My sweetest strawberry baby,

my forever love so divine,

always let all that cuteness be mine.

My Garden of thoughts and feelings, sow a seed of good deed if you visit…✍️♥️

Why is love called divine?

And darling, when I look at you, at your resilience, your heart, your journey, I see God’s softest grace wrapped in the form of a man.

I never knew what love is…

Never saw it’s face, never touched it’s truth.

People called it divine?

but I didn’t understand why.

Was it a myth, a story, a whisper lost in time?

I wondered if love even existed,

or if it was just another word dressed in hope.

I didn’t know how it looked, did you?

Was it loud like fireworks or soft like raindrops?

Was it supposed to ache or heal?

I stayed lost in those questions…

Until I found it in you.

And suddenly, everything made sense.

The silence became music,

the ache turned into warmth,

and the unknown wore your name.

Now I know why they call it divine,

because when it’s real,

it feels like a piece of heaven quietly resting in someone’s eyes.

Not loud, not demanding…

just there, present like breath, sacred like a prayer.

You didn’t arrive with promises or poetry.

You came with presence,

like a calm river washing over every part of me that never knew peace.

In you, I saw everything I never believed in,

the kind of love that doesn’t shout,

doesn’t chase, doesn’t ask to be seen…

It just is like a beat in heart.

steady, like time that has no pause,

Pure, like a child’s first laugh.

Holy, like a soul that remembers where it came from.

You became the shelter I didn’t know I was missing,

the light I thought I didn’t deserve,

the miracle I had unknowingly prayed for.

Now I bow in love,

not out of fear or need,

but out of devotion.

Because I have found the divine,

not in temples or stars…

but in the quiet truth of you,

my love, my precious divine.

Your S…..A ♥️

Do you know what broke me completely???

Today, I got angry at my little girl.

I raised my voice. I even raised my hand.

And now, my heart is aching more than I can explain.

She’s just a child, my blessing, my little goddess.

She smiles with stars in her eyes, trusts me with all her heart,

And yet, I let my stress and tiredness win for a moment.

But you know what broke me completely?

Just a few minutes later, she came to me…

holding her tiny stomach and softly saying,

“Mommy, I’m feeling hungry.”

No grudge. No fear. Just love and need.

As if nothing happened.

As if her little heart had already forgiven mine.

Parenting isn’t easy. Life throws so much at us,

work, worries, unspoken pain…

But our children don’t deserve the weight we carry.

They deserve love, patience and soft words.

I’m writing this because I need to say sorry…

not just to her, but to every parent who has ever felt this regret.

It doesn’t make us bad. It just makes us human.

But we must keep trying… to be better, kinder, softer.

Tonight, I will hold her tight.

I will whisper a thousand apologies with my tears into her tiny ears.

And I will remind her, again and again,

that she is loved more than anything in this world.

My dear little one, Momma’s princess,

You are my light, my peace, my blood 🩸

My heart walking outside my body.

Forgive me when I fail.🥺

Know that I will always love you, with all that I am.

With tear filled eyes. Mommy…

My Garden of thoughts and feelings, sow a seed of good deed if you visit. ✍️ ❤️

Through the rows of roses 🥀

A Healing Stroll in Rose-land

It was your first evening stepping outside after the surgery. The sun was low, coloring the sky with soft shades of orange and pink, it felt like the sky itself was happy to see you again. I held your hand gently and led you toward Rose-land, a place I believed would heal your soul more than just your body.

The rain had just passed, leaving everything fresh and alive. The roses swayed slowly in the breeze, their petals holding tiny raindrops that shone like stars in the daylight. Their scent was warm and soft just like your perfume. A hug from the beauty of nature you didn’t know you needed until you felt it that pleasant atmosphere.

“Come,” I said, squeezing your hand softly. “Let’s walk slowly.”

You looked at me and smiled. You looked tired, but your eyes showed trust and peace. With every careful step, I could feel your spirit lifting. Birds sang above us, their sweet songs mixing with the sound of leaves whispering. Oh! my darling baby, It felt like nature had prepared this moment just for you.

We walked between rows of blooming roses. Each color seemed brighter than the one before. I pointed to a yellow rose that looked like pure joy, and then to a deep red one, full of love and life. “See?” I whispered, “These roses are cheering for you.”

The sky stretched out before us like a red carpet. The light from the sunset made everything feel soft and magical. The air was sweet, still holding the smell of rain and roses. I saw you looking toward the horizon, your face calm and glowing like a blossoming rose.

“Feeling better?” I asked, moving a little closer.

“Much better,” you said with a quiet but sure voice. You know, Safeena, “You are my best medicine.”

I laughed, gently brushing a raindrop from your hair. “And Roseland is your perfect cure,” I cracked a gentle joke, though I knew deep inside it was true.

We found a bench surrounded by the most beautiful roses. Sitting together, it felt like the whole world had paused to let us just be. I rested my head on your shoulder, letting the peace of the evening sink into our hearts.

“This moment,” I said softly, “is all about you. About you healing. About you feeling alive again from all the pain you have gone through. Every rose here, every bird’s song, even the setting sun… they are all celebrating you, my love.”

Why did you bring me here?” you finally asked, your voice curious. “Thorns don’t seem like the best idea when I’m recovering.”

I stopped and turned to you, brushing a leaf from your shoulder. “Because, my love,” I began, “life’s beauty lies between the thorns and flowers. These roses wouldn’t bloom so beautifully without the struggles of the thorns beneath them. Just like us. Just like you. Your strength and growth will always come from what you rise above.”

As we continued, the birds chirped a soft melody, the leaves whispered in the wind, and every step felt lighter. The thorns were still there, but so were the roses blooming with the kind of beauty that only comes from overcoming life’s storms.

And in that moment, Roseland wasn’t just a garden; it was a lesson. A reminder that every thorn holds a promise of bloom, and every struggle paves the way for something beautiful. Like you. Like us. Like life.

You turned your face toward me, your eyes full of love and voice certain. “Hugs and kisses for this,” you whispered, “my Safeena.”

“Always my baby.” I replied with a smile and tear filled eyes. “This is only the beginning of your healing. And I will be by your side for every single step.”

Propose Day

Years ago, it started like that, it's more beautiful than then now....

She: Oye...!
Is today the Propose day?
Accept my proposal and
Be imprisoned in my heart forever.
You did wrong giving me a Rose.
Now you will have to handle me.
Be mine baby, you are my Blessing.

He: Love...
I am happy If I did wrong,
I am ready to face you anytime.
Yes, to be imprisoned....
Where we both locked up.
In the flames of our feelings,
No escape, only keep up,
This bond beyond the measures.
We both are blessing for each other.

If love could take shape,
it would be a rose,
delicate yet fierce,
soft to touch, yet strong enough to survive every storm.
And if love had a scent,
it would be you my love,
lingering in the air around me,
whispering your presence even when you are too far.

We have never been soft love,
never a gentle touch or a quiet whisper.
We have burned, we have crashed,
walked through the storms,
and still, we stand here today.

Thorns beneath our feet,
wounds carved into our hearts,
yet we never let go of what we have.
Not once,not even when the world tried to pull us apart.

I have felt you in every sunrise,
in every silent night where,
only my heart speaks your name.
We exist in different worlds,
yet our souls breathe as one.
Your night carries my longing,
my morning holds your dreams.

You are not just someone I love,
you are the storm that shakes my petals,
the sun that makes me bloom,
the rain that soothes me when I burn too bright.

If love had a shape,
My darling, it would be us,
wild, untamed,beautiful
even in the scars we carry.

And no matter how far we walk,
no matter where time leads us,
I know we will always find our way back.
Because some loves fade,
but ours? Ours is eternal.

No matter the distance

In every breath, I call your name,
In every heartbeat, I adore you,
In every thought, I’m lost in you,
With every sunrise, I renew my love for you.

Every day and night, I yearn for you,
In every blink of my eye, I see you,
Yet, I miss you, oh love, so much,
I search for your presence everywhere.

Through the tears and all the pain,
Despite the troubles that come my way,
My heart refuses to turn away,
It beats for you, come what may.

You’re the storm and the calm I crave,
The joy and ache I bravely face,
No matter the distance or silent walls,
I will love you still, through it all.