“Isn’t it trust that lets the river give itself to the sea not knowing if its name will survive the salt.. that lets the moon surrender to darkness certain the sun will one day find her.. that sends roots downward into what they cannot see sure the unseen will answer.. that carries the wind to rest against the mountain knowing the stone will not turn away..!? Isn’t it trust this primal covenant beneath all motion where yin carries a fragment of yang and yang holds the shadow of yin each completing the other without asking to be assured..!? ©” PoetryTrustInterconnectednessYin And YangNature PoetryNature PhilosophyPoetryloversFluid FaithMonikaajaykaulNature Mystery Author:Monika Ajay Kaul
“Conscience, like poetry, begins where the unsaid refuses to stay silent.” PhilosophyPoetryHumanityEthicsConscience Quotes Author:Monika Ajay Kaul
“Keepsakes . . Keep a leaf between your pages when you forget your season... some memories keep their green. Carry a feather in your pocket when the world grows weighty... some flights are never lost. Set a pebble on your desk when your thoughts scatter... some footings remain true. Hold a seashell in your palm when silence grows heavy... some songs endure. Keep a drop of rain in your memory when the days turn brittle... some renewals return.” Life LessonsPoetryMemoriesPoetry QuotesRenewalSymbolismKeepsakesNature MetaphorsMonika Ajay Kaul Author:Monika Ajay Kaul
“A chipped cup, a universe held within. Galaxies swirl in the dregs of tea. Sunlight paints suns on the fractured surface, a breakfast relic. A single crack, a vast canyon, separates our world from the impermanent. A universe cradled in your hand, as fragile and fleeting as grains of sand.” PoetryUniverseImpermanencePoetry LoveCrackImpermeance Of Existence Author:Monika Ajay Kaul
“Poetry is the alchemy of language, transforming the ordinary words into extraordinary emotions, and the mundane into the sublime.” PoetryLanguageEmotionsWordsAlchemyOrdinary To Extraordinary Author:Monika Ajay Kaul
“Poetry is deeply personal. It's madness, it's abstract. Not AI's 'forte' Madness, they say, is akin to genius, and poetry is the zenith of both, a realm AI has yet to conquer...!!” PoetryEssenceArtificial IntelligenceHuman EmotionsAdvancementsNature Of Poetry Author:Monika Ajay Kaul
“Beauty in Decay! . . I cannot rest easy in the rush of the hour, where voices echo sharp as machines, and the headlines knit a web of ash, steel, and sorrow. Last evening, in a restful orchard, I found an old tree split by storms. Its hollow cradling a single blossom, pale and trembling in the dusk. I left it untouched, its fragile defiance far brighter than the glow of any city's burning light.” PoetryModernityNature Vs CultureProfound ReflectionsUrban Disquiet Author:Monika Ajay Kaul
“Poetry is a love affair with a dusty notebook, filled with secrets I whisper to its leaves. It's a passionate fling, fueled by stolen moments and the flicker of a candle. Every verse, a love letter to the moonlit sky, hoping it captures a sliver of beauty before dawn steals it away.” PoetrySecretsPoetry LoversBeauty Of Being A PoetVerses Written Author:Monika Ajay Kaul
“At the End of All Things" . . We are held. in wombs.. in arms. in love.. in hope. in dawn.. in beginnings. We are seen. in faces.. in eyes. in shadows.. in light. in faith.. in doubt. We are changed. in time.. in trials. in choices.. in chances. in loss.. in becoming. We are found. in memory.. in grief. in stories.. in songs. in mercy.. in wonder. Our whole lives and at the last horizon we are carried away in coffers of ash.” PhilosophyPoetryTimeChangeLossExistenceBecomingLife And DeathMortality Author:Monika Ajay Kaul