Kabir's Sunday

Hey you lovely humans! 👋

If you are here from my Instagram or Facebook profile, you already know I recently did a fun little experiment where I asked you guys to throw some random words at me, and I promised I’d turn them into a poem 😊

And oh boy… y’all did not hold back 😅

The words were so random, I genuinely questioned my life choices for a bit. But well, as I said earlier... I’ll cook something up. I can’t promise it’ll taste good, but the dish will be served! 😬

So here it is... my little poetic chaos turned into something (hopefully) readable...

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed confusing myself while writing it 😂😂

If it makes you smile, or even blink twice in confusion... share it with your friends and family...Let them know you were a part of it and tell me in the comments below which words you suggested...  

Thank you for being a part of my weird creative experiment... You’re the best! 💛

P.S. All the words in capitals are the words that y'all gave me! Take care!

                                 Kabir's Sunday 

KABIR took a SOLO TRIP to the RIVER,

no plans, no deadlines,

just the BREEZE,

and a TEA that kept losing its warmth too soon.

He DOODLED DREAMS on paper napkins,

tiny sketches of thoughts he’d never say out loud.

Someone might’ve called it ART,

He called it DIVINE ENERGY on a low battery.

A ROSE bush swayed across the RIVER,

half-dried but still BEAUTIFUL.

A reminder that LOVE

Rarely arrives in perfect condition.

His SOCKS, as usual, didn’t match,

One blue and the other suspiciously green.

He laughed, thinking,

“Maybe PEACE looks like this,

a messy, quiet kind of BEAUTIFUL.”

And that was his SUNDAY,

a slow ripple of peace,

a page of DOODLE DREAMS,

and SOCKS that never tried to match,

Yet somehow, everything did.

Tell me the words y'all suggested and how you liked the poem in the comments below. Thank you for reading ☺️ 🙏🏻