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Rustles of Autumn

Rustles of Autumn A cozy autumn Kouta capturing golden leaves, crackling hearths, rustling foliage, and the season’s beautifully rebellious spirit. amber glow in hearty hearths leaves become golden loud rustles of foliage rebellious autumn Welfare unto all  Rab Rakha 

Home in their arms

Home in their arms An autumnal reflection on the enduring comfort of parental love, where every season feels beautiful, sheltered, and carefree within their embrace. beautiful autumn in the arms of my parents carefree all my days Welfare unto all  Rab Rakha 

When Autumn Arrives

When Autumn Arrives A serene autumn tableau where clear blue skies, verdant landscapes, and arriving winds quietly announce the season’s gentle transformation. cloudless deep sky blue resplendent greens complement autumn winds arrive Welfare unto all  Rab Rakha 

A Pristine Lotus

A Pristine Lotus Inspired by the Janamsakhi folklore of Guru Nanak Dev Ji returning after his first Udasi to meet Mata Sulakhni Ji and his sons, this haiku captures his gaze resting upon her amid the gathered multitudes, like a pristine lotus. eyes rest upon her in the gathered multitudes a pristine lotus Welfare unto all  Rab Rakha 

The Warmth of Sair

A quiet Sair/Sajja remembrance woven through steaming festive foods, walnut harvests, autumn prayers, and the tender blessings of elders—capturing how traditions carry the warmth of home, faith, family, and generations into the changing season. Happy Sair steaming siddus and childus the taste of winters through the heaps of walnuts bountiful harvests and prayers autumn preparations as Thee departs for heavens blessed hands of elders subtle warmth in fall gifts of drub tucked behind ears Welfare unto all  Rab Rakha 

Morning Chatter

Morning Chatter Perhaps the noisy birds debate breakfast menus and too much salt, or maybe I’m simply planning breakfast while listening to their morning chatter. noisy little birds what do they discuss at dawn salt in the breakfast Welfare unto all  Rab Rakha 

Come, Dwell in my Heart

Come, Dwell in my Heart In this little piece, I have tried to capture one deeply personal idea: “Come, enter my heart; when You are here, sorrow recedes and celebration begins.” That's the foundation for a Ganesh Chaturthi Kouta. listen to my call and come come, dwell in my heart pains and sorrows drift away festal days arrive Welfare unto all  Rab Rakha 

Under Your Cape, Teacher

Under Your Cape, Teacher A Teachers’ Day tribute to those who shape our thoughts, nurture our voices, and gently guide us toward discovering who we truly are. as my pen learns cursive shape scribbles take a form, a shape written freely 'neath your cape words find a rhythmic escape Linking with W3 Prompt #226: Wea’ve Written Weekly Welfare unto all  Rab Rakha 

Thy flute whispers

Thy flute whispers A Janmashtami-inspired reflection on Krishna, where monsoon whispers, seeking souls, divine love, and the gentle music of his flute converge. monsoon winds whisper wise words sin scorched souls seek salvation locked in Thy love, Indigo fluid flute notes float Linking with Tanka Tuesday Welfare unto all  Rab Rakha