Thank you, Trivarna, for these fallen treasures. How It feels like autumn has the power to take us into the depths of ourselves, to recognize this hunger you so poignantly give name to. How it feeds us to make a home for ourselves, sometimes through letting our tenderness flow out toward other beings and the world outside of us. xo
Ahhh Trivarna such wonderful poems, they really touched my heart! There are so many lines that stood out to me and left me speechless. It’s impossible to read your writing and not feel something ❤️🩹
I cannot wait to explore those themes in wildflowers with you🥀
These are beautiful! I feel that decay and mournfulness in fall, I think it is the loss of the light. Thank you for sharing these beautiful, emotive poems .
“that it could be
a home for someone
this tiny
& hungering.”
Thank you, Trivarna, for these fallen treasures. How It feels like autumn has the power to take us into the depths of ourselves, to recognize this hunger you so poignantly give name to. How it feeds us to make a home for ourselves, sometimes through letting our tenderness flow out toward other beings and the world outside of us. xo
Ahhh Trivarna such wonderful poems, they really touched my heart! There are so many lines that stood out to me and left me speechless. It’s impossible to read your writing and not feel something ❤️🩹
I cannot wait to explore those themes in wildflowers with you🥀
Beautiful, powerful words ♥️
"to live in a city where no one
can decode the alphabets
of my small, bruised name."
These are beautiful! I feel that decay and mournfulness in fall, I think it is the loss of the light. Thank you for sharing these beautiful, emotive poems .
These are so powerful! I can feel how you hold decay and impermanence with both reverence and ache. Such a tender paradox.
The beauty wrapped in blankets of melancholy is a spear of light to me. Thank you Trivarna for your words 💜