What lends meaning to life

Posted on by Reena Saxena

These I have loved
droplets from the sky falling on my face
steam rising from a coffee mug
the aroma of cheese on a pizza slice
aromatics in boiling water on the stove
the petal of a rose that falls on my hand
puppies on the balcony watching rain
quieter than usual; lost in thoughts
they cast an absent-minded glance at me
wag their tail to acknowledge my touch

I revisit a poem and wonder
where it all came from
water trickles on the window
creating its own zig-zag paths
like thoughts that once occurred
but left to find a life of their own
the gentle notes from a flute
reverberate through the air
take me back to a dark theatre
where I first saw actors lip-syncing
this divine song on a large screen

I caress the keyboard to say thanks
It opens up the world to me
in my cocooned existence
I wander between open tabs
my hand on a mouse
my thoughts on the run
It redirects unfinished thoughts
It almost completes my life…
All these have been my loves

Poetics at dVerse

17 thoughts on “What lends meaning to life”

  3. I agree, Reena, that in this poem you transform ordinary moments into extraordinary experiences and that it bridges the gap between timeless beauty and modern existence. I love that water plays an important part in your life from the ‘droplets from the sky falling on [your] face’ to the ‘steam rising from a coffee mug’ and the ‘aromatics in boiling water on the stove’, and the water trickling on the window. I love that you write about revisiting a poem and wondering where it all came from – that resonated with me.

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  4. What a beautifully crafted poem! I was captivated by the way you transform ordinary moments into extraordinary experiences. Your vivid imagery—the raindrops on your face, the steam from a coffee mug, the puppies quietly watching the rain, and the wandering thoughts reflected in trickling water—creates a gentle, meditative atmosphere that invites the reader to slow down and simply be.

    I especially loved the closing lines, where the keyboard becomes more than a tool—it becomes a bridge between solitude and connection, giving unfinished thoughts a voice and a destination. That idea is both deeply modern and profoundly human.

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