I was like the cotton seed Happily floating in the summer breeze, Running to and fro I was too happy, Didn't want to grow, A cotton seed floating in the summer breeze. The farther I went, More joyfully I dreamt. Dreaming and twirling till the sky went dead. I swayed and swirled till the weather … Continue reading Journey of the Seed
To my husband, you are missed everyday, every minute, every hour, every second... I feel like the wave in the sea. A strong wave rises and falls, falling deep into the heart of the sea, trying to reconcile with reality. As the water sinks deeper, the turmoil grows stronger. The acceptance of truth is difficult, … Continue reading The Wave of the Sea
Deception is an art. It's like the ever changing face of the moon that dances slowly across the sky. The moon that has no light of its own outshines the stars. It's altering countenance entices us, creates mystery. It dances and deceives. Like the moon , the impact you create depends upon the face that … Continue reading Deception
She is seeing her beloved for the last time. It is the last day, probably the last hour. She has within her a raging tempest consuming her soul. Will she be able to speak her heart or will it lay buried in her repressed soul? Read the following poem to know about her anguish, about her unspoken words, the conversation that she has been yearning to make.
Even at my lowest I didn’t give up, Even at my lowest I continued to run. Do you think you can break me now ? I’m ready for another round. No matter how much you criticise or hate , I will be myself I shall not wait, Shall not wait for the sun to rise, … Continue reading You cannot break me now
Oh cloudy sky, how many storms do you hold in your bosom ? What unrest do you stoically hold? How many slurs shall you continue to endure? You grow grim, you grow dark, my overcast sky, what burden do you hold? Mortals keep wishing for a sunny day or a starry night, disregarding the great griefs that you keep building.
The first time I saw his eyes, the eyes that were distant to everybody were now close to me. They were peeping into my soul, calling out my name aloud. We were quiet but everything was heard. Something was rising within me, something so strong that it almost shook me yet I was too frozen … Continue reading The One I Love
I wrote this poem 12 years back for my kid sister's school assignment. I have not been able to blog much as I have some major exams coming up in May and June. I really felt like posting this poem today. There is no spring for me at this moment. But I can always feel … Continue reading Spring is in the Air
For all those away from home... Shehr ki roshni jb ankhon ko chubh rhi thi, Wahi dil ke ek kone main bujhte hua diye jaise joojhti thi ghar ki yaad. Wah sehmi si aas Ek aise fariyad Jiska wajood na mil payega shehr ke andhere main, Wah maasomiyat, wah khamoshi, Har ek dastak main thi … Continue reading Ghar ki yaad..
This post is for the people who keep lying to themselves(including me!). It is for the ones who are waiting for a miracle to happen. Let's get real and face the music. Life is not always pleasant and fair and you make it worse when you complain or blame or just sit idly feeling cast … Continue reading Wounds