This poetry is dedicated to my 3 friends (Usha, Indrani and Anindita) , who has been one of time’s biggest gift to me.
A sanctuary built of quiet space,
Where I converse with shadows, face to face.
My “me time” is a sacred, silent shore,
Where the loud world cannot knock at the door.
I am not made for crowds or fleeting trends,
I do not blend, I do not make pretend.
I am just different—drawn to deeper things,
A soul that flies on solitary wings.
To be precise, my world is small and sweet,
Just three dear souls make my small circle complete.
With them, the heavy armor falls away,
There is no fear in what I choose to say.
No second-guessing what might happen next,
No filtering the heart, no tangled text.
Just endless talk that flows into the night,
Safe in the warmth of understanding light.
An ardent reader, turning pages slow,
An overthinker watching thoughts o’erflow.
Sometimes I vanish into dreamy mist,
A world of visions that cannot exist
– Or can they ? For the waking dreams I see Sometimes cross over into history.
A flash of future, turning into real,
Shaking my spirit with the truths they seal.
Sometimes it brings a rush of sudden joy,
Sometimes a stressful weight I can’t destroy.
Yet in this dreamy mess where I reside,
I need the hands that keep me tethered, tied.
Not for the shallow bonds of common ground,
But for a place where breathing room is found.
To chat, to laugh, to simply just relax,
Away from life’s demanding, heavy tax.
And I am blessed, so deeply blessed,
to find These three pillars of a kindred kind.
I have a beautiful, devoted home—
A husband and a son, the roots I own.
But friends are family of a different art,
A second home I built within my heart.
Not bound by birth or destiny’s first trace,
But hand-picked stars I chose to fill my space.
A chosen family, loyal, fierce, and true,
The greatest gift that I inherited new.
I love them to the core, through dark and light,
I want them with me till my final night.
Through every vision, every silent breath,
I hold them close until the arms of death.
To my sweet three, who keep my spirit free:
Thank you for being there. Thank you for being you with me.
~ Sohini Dutta
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