Tracing the mountains
The edges, the curves, and terrains
That’s expansive and strong
Tall but tender, remarkable and a reminder
The strength, the miracle
That is the world, that is you.

(c) Artherese, 2025
Tracing the mountains
The edges, the curves, and terrains
That’s expansive and strong
Tall but tender, remarkable and a reminder
The strength, the miracle
That is the world, that is you.

(c) Artherese, 2025
It’s not in the grand but in the littlest things
That encompass time passing and flowing
And your heart? soaring, singing, simply beating.
It’s not in the mementos but what’s captured
In the naked eyes - raw & pure awe.
The art of living - nothing’s assured
Every day a chance for courage and change.
(c) Artherese, 2025
Revenge is leaving
No need to turn bitter
Instead, go somewhere better.
Quit with triumph, knowing
you never need to water down who you are
or settle or bend or justify.
Instead, shimmer now, and more
so in your next adventure.
(c) Artherese, 2025
Time flies by
And before I knew it
It has been a week, almost.
Still in awe, always.
overwhelmed, in many ways
Still here.
Grateful for the time
Enough and (longing for) more
Who knows, what else is in store?
(c) Artherese, 2025

a travel poetry, July 6, 2025, London
Airport on a Sunday night
It’s quiet but not calm
Everyone has some place, some
Hope and chatter, Here by some
form of miracle, a dream finally
Taking off, but in this terminal
Everything is still at standstill
A relief, forward inch by inch
With a pinch, this is real.
(c) Artherese, 2025

Got a new friend
The stranger who held
Out an umbrella
And this little act
Became a silver line
A way to a bit of fine.
(c) Artherese, 2025
I was able to go back to our designated provincial hometown over the weekend. As a means to escape and also, to remember. This place never ceases to fill me with awe, and definitely a lot of musings.

Saturday
Today, I chose to disconnect
And in doing so, felt more
Alive, present, connected.
Contradictions coexist.
Life never falters to surprise
And delight, who knows
What you’ll discover,
What comes and goes?
Sunday
The possibilities are endless, even
With only all the stolen time and sidelines.
The act of creation is redemption.
(c) Artherese, 2025
Mornings are momentous A fork in the road between The person you’ll choose To be and embody today. It’s a struggle, a chance, a dance A fight or flight response But there is peace in Knowing you can’t change What’s done, but within There’s still room to win.
(c) Artherese, 2025
This start of year, mostly finding myself speechless – in awe, in feels, in hope. May I capture them more in days to come.
A Birthday Poetry
Thank you 27
If given the chance
I’ll live you again.
Here comes 28
Not stopping to wait
Well, so am I.
The coming of age
The passing of time
Is a nudge not a judge
Like cheese and wine
Older is better
Older’s the cue
To pursue, to live true
To your calling,
Finally but not
A finale.

Pep Talks
For every leap, there’s this familiar
Aftermath - the budding fear
When things are certainly uncertain.
But still, a choice to brave the unknown
To find the beat, the rhyme, the awe
For every leap, is to live.
I’m thankful I did.
And will continue to.
(c) Artherese, 2025