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12/09/2025

Night brings out everything that rested in the debris of the day. Music always saves the day, these songs remind me that i am not alone in this….

03/09/2025

If there is smoke, there surely was a fire there!

30/08/2025

List tayyar hai bas tumhara ana baaki hai…

27/08/2025

Ah kismet!

Music truly transcends boundaries…

19/08/2025

13/08/2025

After a long break, after life happens to you!

Translation:

If Only
He lives
on the yellow wings
of the winds of tomorrow
She lives
on the pale parchments
of the memories of yesterday
Just that there is no today for them to meet...

Music credit: https://youtu.be/c6L5t8i4mWo?si=4-wOee1MnHjA-4YR

21/03/2025

Ah! what pleasure it is to converse in many tongues. Smile has no language but then the excitement of greeting a person in their native language and seeing their eyes sparkle elates my heart. May be I was made for it, to make people feel home! Continuing this journey, my love for Turkish has only grown over the years, I feel it is my home. Here is my first attempt to write and recite an original piece of Turkish poetry. It's the first step and one day I hope to write a book full of Turkish poetry.Poem Translation:The words don't fall into a line anymoreThey hang by the threads like thisHeavy, not withholding their weightLike someone giving up alreadyLike a tired traveller seeking restLike the dying loveLike a dying lover

16/02/2025

I choose to love you in silence…
For in silence I find no rejection,
I choose to love you in loneliness…
For in loneliness no one owns you but me,
I choose to adore you from a distance…
For distance will shield me from pain,
I choose to kiss you in the wind…
For the wind is gentler than my lips,
I choose to hold you in my dreams…
For in my dreams, you have no end.

12/02/2025

Empty Shells

A book just turned me inside out
Clear skies now shrouded in cloud
It said people are just living ghosts
Of lives they once cherished the most
A turn point, an upheaval or a sharp bend
An enormous change they couldn’t circumvent
That day, that month or that year
That place, that person or that fear
Happy, sad, angry or indifferent
Their souls hang onto its every bit
Living that day every day
Whatever price they may have to pay
For world they move like a pendulum
Back and forth in their life’s humdrum
Beware! It’s not their body but empty shells
Left on the shore by the sea that swells
—Monika Koul

08/02/2025

Half-read Book

Searching my bookshelf
Found a half read book
The bookmark still lingers
At the page we parted ways
Time froze as I skimmed through
Attempting to recognize an old familiar face
These words feel like strangers
Walking on a busy Tokyo street
Their faces straight, their stories veiled Contemplating, do I stop here
Starting all over feels like an ordeal
Isn't it same with people
The best buddies become strangers
To meet them again in the now
We must meet all the people they have been
Between now and then
The strangeness then melts away
Like these words smiling at me
It needs a will to be curious
To love a half-read book and
To find a long lost friend again

-Monika Koul