.
I tie my anklet
the way dawn ties light to the sky—
softly,
without asking permission.
.
The jasmine in my hair
isn’t decoration;
it’s a reminder
that I bloom on ordinary days
just because I can.
.
My lehenga rustles,
gentle as a whispered secret—
as if it knows
I’m not dressing for anyone,
just returning to myself
a little more beautifully.
.
If love finds me,
let it come quietly.
I’m already a poem
learning its own rhythm.
—Rajeshwari 🧿💕
(Poem & Illustration © Rajeshwari.
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