Soaked Walnuts On Hairath (Shivratri) Poem by Mystic Qalandar

On Hairath night, their lamps would glow,
Our narrow lanes would hum with prayer.
They prayed within; peace and love
Lay upon the darkened air,
With soaked walnuts, rich with light.
Divine remembrance filled our lane—
One knock, one smile, one shared delight:
A walnut-prashad passed in hands,
Cool with water, warm with light.
And even now, when winter turns
And loosens its reluctant hold,
My hands remember Hairath's walnuts
From friends and neighbours—
Cold with water, soft with light.

—February, 14,2026