A poetic scripture of love, silence, exile, and eternal devotion. Part 1: “In His Silence, I Hear My Name” (Sita’s Voice)He does not say,“I love you.” But when he gathers dry leavesso I sleep soft,when he tastes water before I drink,I know —he loves deeper than words. They say he is Dharma.I know. But he is also the handthat shields…
He walks ahead —a bow on his shoulder,the sky on his back. I walk behind —with prayers in my breath,and the world in my eyes. Each step he takes,the forest becomes softer.Even the stones forget to hurt,when he walks before them. I carry no weapon.But I carry love —and that, too,can silence demons. People think I followed him out of…
In the gentle rustle of leaves and the tender hum of the wind, the name of Shri Ram echoes—a melody of divinity, a whisper of eternal love. On this sacred day of Ram Navami, we turn our hearts to the luminous figure of Shri Ram, as painted in the soulful verses of Tulsidas in Ramcharitmanas and the divine bhajans of…
