The Pictorial Poet

                                                                  Tu aur kuch bhi na ho, toh gham hi ho, Mera gham ban, mera sanam hi ho." ( If you can be nothing else, then at least be my sorrow, Become my grief, my beloved. Become my grief, my beloved. )                                                   - Jaun Elia Love, in all its glory and despair, is an experience that cuts deep into the soul. It’s not merely a feeling—it’s an intricate web of emotions, woven with both joy and sorrow. Love has the unique ability to make us feel alive in ways we never imagined, yet it also has the power to expose our deepest vulnerabilities. It is both a comfort and a torment, a force that can either lift us to the...

  There’s a strange beauty in relationships. They are the spaces where our souls connect, where we find joy, companionship, and meaning. But not all relationships are meant to last forever. Sometimes, the truest act of love is not in holding on but in letting go. Letting someone go is one of the hardest decisions we’ll ever face. It feels like pulling apart two intertwined threads, each carrying memories, dreams, and pieces of our identity. It’s painful, messy, and leaves us wondering if we’ll ever feel whole again. But as difficult as it may seem, letting go is also an act of grace. It’s the acknowledgment that love cannot be forced or confined. It’s about understanding that people come into our lives for a reason—sometimes to teach us lessons, to help us grow, or to make us see parts of ourselves we never knew existed. Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting. It doesn’t mean you erase the laughter, the shared moments, or the love that once filled your heart. Instead, it means carrying...

  Love—what a simple word for a feeling so infinite, so profound, and so elusive. It’s more than just an emotion; it’s a force that moves us, shapes us, and sometimes even breaks us. To put the thoughts of love into words is akin to capturing sunlight in your hands—impossible, yet every attempt feels worth it. Love begins as a whisper, an inexplicable pull toward another soul. It’s that unspoken connection, where silences feel comfortable and every glance carries a thousand unsaid words. It’s not always loud or grand; often, it’s found in the quiet moments—a shared smile, a lingering touch, or the way their presence makes the chaos of the world seem distant and unimportant. At its heart, love is a paradox. It’s both fragile and indestructible. It’s the softest embrace and the strongest bond. Love teaches us vulnerability—not as weakness, but as courage. It’s in opening your heart, baring your soul, and daring to believe that someone will cherish the raw, imperfect version of you. T...