Poetry
For the thingsThat needed words.
Whispers in the Tea GardenNature & ReflectionAmong the rustling leaves of green
Where morning light breaks through unseen
I find the words I cannot speak
In every breath, the truth I seekThe Weight of WordsIdentity & LanguageEach syllable a feather falls
Upon the silence of these walls
Translation is a tender art
Of bridging minds and touching heartsChakki DreamsHeritage & MemoryThe old stone mill turns round and round
With ancient rhythm, ancient sound
My grandmother's hands, so wise and worn
Ground stories into every mornWords That Speak Beyond SilencePoemIn the world of words, there lives a unique identity—
Ritu Gupta Garg… not just a name, but a beautiful expression.
Every line carries the depth of emotions,
Every poem unfolds a story untold.