Sital Rijal

  why are we like this? oh my god— why are we like this, hearts full yet hands still reaching for something unnamed? why is contentment a shy guest who never stays the night? i have food, a home, people who speak my name— the basics of being human, the foundations they say should be enough— and still my mind wanders off into the dark corners asking, what do you want? what do you really want? what is love to us— a warm place to rest, or another mirror showing us the parts we’re afraid to meet? where am i now, really— in the world, or deep inside myself with the lights turned low? and when the self thins, when the questions echo— have i had ego death, or is it something gentler: the soul shifting, stretching, remembering? and sometimes i wonder— is this just me dodging responsibilities, pulling away from the weight of reality, trying to slip into a softer dream? or is it simply the heart wanting space to breathe?

  Echoes of Transition: The Knock at the Heart In the ethereal landscape of transition, I am enveloped by a profound sense of metamorphosis. Every fiber of my being resonates with the subtle whispers of change, as if my very essence is undergoing a delicate evolution. My reflection, once familiar, now bears the traces of transformation, an outward manifestation of the internal journey unfurling within. As I stand at the threshold of matrimony, a symphony of emotions courses through me, orchestrating a dance of anticipation and trepidation. The contours of my existence blur as I confront the imminent divergence from the familiar paths of solitude. In the crucible of commitment, I am compelled to confront the enigma of identity—who am I, amidst the shifting tides of change? Despite feeling grateful for the love I have, I'm also haunted by fears of losing it, experiencing heartbreak, and struggling to define myself. It's a complex mix of emotions—gratitude for love alongside uncer...

In shadows deep, I seek a light, A yearning heart, a silent night. The ache within, a starless sky, Desire for love, I cannot deny. I crave the touch, a gentle hand, A gentle care, a love so grand. But love, a force I cannot own, In solitude, I feel alone. What form of love does my soul require? The soft caress, love's burning fire? Roses, hugs, or early coffee's embrace, Which form of love would fill this space? I long to feel love, it's true, it's real, A hunger deep, an ache to heal. I yearn for warmth, a love so sweet, A love that makes my heart complete. But self-sufficiency, I seek to find, A love that flows from heart and mind. To love myself, to not rely, On others to fill my endless sky. What is love, this mystery profound? In every corner, in every sound. Love is the force that binds us tight, In darkness and in the brightest light. A journey inward, a path I trod, To find the love that's born of God. A love that's deep, forever true, Within myself, I ...