...UnTurned,

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...This morning felt a little strange,

The sky the same, yet something changed.

Her tiny steps moved straight ahead,

But not once did she turn her head.

No backward glance, no little wave,

No smile for all the love I gave.

Jihaana walked with steady grace,

While I stood still, lost in that space.

She always used to turn and grin,

A silent “Bye!” tucked deep within.

But not today — she moved so bold,

My little girl… just growing old.

I should be proud, I know it’s true,

She’s finding strength, she’s pushing through.

But still, it stung — that small goodbye,

That never came, though I don’t know why.

A milestone passed, a thread now thin,

The letting go begins within.

And though she didn’t turn today,

In my heart, she never walks away...

Love you Jihaana, Daddy loves you more and more...

_keyur_everything

...ચંચી માસી,

..પંદર દિવસ પહેલા તારી નજર મળી હતી,

અંકમાં ભીની માફક પળો થોડી સંગ મસ્તી હતી,
"કેવુ છે બેટા?" પૂછ્યું તું પ્રેમથી,
એ બેસવું, એ વાત કરવી – હવે બધું સપનાવતું લાગે છે.

ચંચી માસી, તું હતી ઉંમરમાં મોટી,
પણ દિલથી તો બાળકી જેવી હતી,
એક સુંદર વાતોનું ઝરણું,
અને આપણાં દુ:ખ-સુખની સહાયક એક છાંયાવટ જેવી હતી.

મારે ક્યાં ખબર હતી એ મુલાકાત છેલ્લી હશે,
હસતાં મુખે તું જે રીતે કહેતી હતી –
"ફરી મળશું...જલ્દી આવજે!"
એ વાક્ય આજે મારા હ્રદયમાં ગૂંજે છે, એક અધૂરી પ્રાર્થના જેવી.

તું તો ગઈ અચાનક… હજી તો વાત બાકી હતી,
એક સાથે ચા પીવાની ઇચ્છા હતી,
તારા હાથની દાળ, અને એ મીઠી એવી સુખડી,
હવે બસ યાદ રહી ગઈ – શબ્દોની મીઠી છાંયાની સાથે.

તું હતી એમ નહીં કે તું કોઈ મોટી વ્યક્તિ હતી માત્ર,
તું તો એ વૃક્ષ હતી કે જેના છાંયે ઘણા ઊભા રહ્યા,
તું એ આશિર્વાદ હતી કે જે શબદથી ઉપર હતી,
તું એ "માસી" હતી, જે માતા જેવી લાગતી હતી.

એ ઘરના દરેક ખૂણામાં તારો ગૂંજ છે,
એ વાસણોની ખટખટ… એ હસતી આંખો,
હવે શાંત થઇ ગઈ છે અવાજે,
પણ રાતે તું સપનામાં વાત કરે છે – એ સાચું લાગે છે.

માસી, તારી વિદાય અચાનક હતી,
પણ તું ગઈ નથી – તું હવે અહીં છે,
યાદોમાં, લહેજામાં, તારી ભીની મમતા ભરી વાતોમાં,
અને ખાસ કરીને, એ પંદર દિવસમાં –
જ્યાં તું હસીને મળેલી, જાણે આ દુનિયામાં કંઈ બાકી ન હતું...

હવે બસ પ્રાર્થના છે –
ભગવાન તને શાંતિ આપે,
અને જો એ દુનિયામાં પણ ચા મળે,
તો ક્યારેક તું એ જ રીતે કહેજે –
"બેટા, આવજે ફરી – થોડી વાતો બાકી છે."

- Miss you Maasi

...I'm Back — And More Inspired Than Ever,

...Hello, friends!

WISHING YOU WITH GREETINGZ OF AN AMAZING DAY OF THE YEAR,

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? After taking some time away from blogging, I’m excited to say: I’m Back.

Sometimes life calls for a pause. Whether it’s to reset, reflect, or simply recharge, stepping back helped me gain a new perspective—and now, I’m returning with fresh energy, new ideas, and a deeper purpose for why I write.

Expect more heartfelt posts, honest reflections, and hopefully a few things that make you think, smile, or see the world a little differently.

To those who’ve been following along—thank you for your patience and support. To new readers—welcome. I’m glad you’re here.

Let’s begin this new chapter together.

Stay tuned,

Yours,

-Keyur

will you?? -2

Beautiful dark eyed angel that has my heart and soul.
You mean the world to me and even more.
It doesn’t feel right when were not together.

My love .
My angel.
My baby.
My everything.

I just have these simple things to ask.
Would you never leave me?
Would you never want to hurt me?
Be there when I cry?

Without you my world would be mush.
And so would my heart too.
Cause I’ve never met someone like you before.

Best thing that has happened to me.
Yet so long.
But in my eyes with her status doesn’t matter.
Only true love.

My wish has been granted at 11:59 tonight.
Cause I wished for you.
That’s all I need.

So I shall ask the right now…

My Sunny, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

will you be my girlfriend?

_keyur_everything

will you?

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Would it be ok if I took some of your time?

Would it be ok if I wrote you a rhyme?

Would it be ok if I opened my heart?
Would it be ok if I took on the part

Of being your man and showed you a view,
One that only a real man could do?

Would it be ok if I could make you smile?
Would it be ok if I held you awhile?

Would it be ok if I kissed your face?
Would it be ok if I were to replace

All the men in your past that just wouldn't do
And vow to be faithful and always be true?

Would it be alright to look in your eyes?
Would it be alright to never tell lies?

Would it be alright to find a way?
Would it be alright to long for the day

To pull you close and whisper in your ear
And tell you our feelings are nothing to fear?

Would it be ok if I took some of your time?
Would it be ok if I wrote you a rhyme?

To tell you there's nothing I'd rather do
Than spend my whole life loving only you...

If yes, not wife,

But i'm asking you that will you be my life?

_keyur_everything

...your Boobs,

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Definitely, I love your boobs.

Your lovely, attractive, healthy, round boobs.

I have never seen them naked but I genuinely can figure them out through your dress.

When you take your hands up to tie your hair high, they shows their size, shape and a power position in your beauty.

They are perfectly set on your chest to give you iconic curves from the front as well as from the sides.

On your 5'6" Height and 28" Waist, they are perfectly crown of 36" on your real external beauty.

Your fair tone can attractively makes me imagined about their perky, pinky, sweet, nipples.

With all this package, your boobs are most beautiful part of your most beauty.

Definitely it makes me enough eagar to love them, see them, hold them, taste them.

But dear trust me, not because of this only I want to love your boobs.

Moving to your soul, to your real character, to your real defining personality in my life, they are the boobs of my most important, loving and respectful woman of my life.

They are round crowny Royal Palace in which your Heart is priceless room where you kept me as your most valuable guest of your life.

They are the mechanism where they do connect and make a graph of my beats to yours to convey all the feelings of mine while hugging you.

Their real tightness creats an amazing cleavage which actually can insults an art of every Smiths.

They are that lovely pillows while mumma hug where I can hide my face & feel relief of motherhood and flush out my all toxins.

Your kid will collect it's life by sucking your nipple with all the innocence and your face and boobs will become pinky while you shower rain of blessings through your eyes on that closed eyed god gift.

Thank god, that they gave you a perfect mole on your upper chest so your boobs can be saved through any harmful eyes including mine.

Definitely I can't stop here as I still can write note on note for them. I just want to say,

"'....I love your boobs truely.

But I do respect them equally...

And yes I want to see, touch, hold and kiss them as I described with all that love and respect which I have...'"

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_keyur_everything