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
''It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection''
For all those away from home, here is poem for you all..
A broken feather does not wish to forget the memory of the sky. He still dreams about flying. The shell always carries the memory of the sea. Sometimes it becomes difficult to let go of a life that defined you. The memories will stay till your final day. Here is a poem about a broken feather, detached from his bird, its story needs to be heard.
When you stitch your broken wings and get ready for another act,you cannot really fly, you can just react.
Don't paint flowers on a broken canvas, no matter how beautifully you colour, the picture shall always be imperfect.. The smiles of the flowers will be tainted by the scarred canvas.Don't try to mend broken relationships or reconcile broken friendships. Some flowers blossom in spring, some in autumn but they all have to pass through … Continue reading The Broken Canvas : On Moving On
Taj Mahal is widely seen as a symbol of love while emperor Shah Jahan is greatly revered for this brilliant creation. Most of us don't care or are not aware of the 20,000 artists whose hands were brutally chopped so that this wonder could not be replicated. Their sacrifice and identities are seldom acknowledged . And … Continue reading A World of Cubicles
Every tear that rolls down, Every tear that hits the ground, Say a prayer with every sound, You shall be redeemed You shall be redeemed. For whatever hurts your soul shall be released. These tears are your saviour , if you believe. There is a count in the heavens above, Your tears shall bring back … Continue reading You Shall be Redeemed….
To the songs we forgot to sing, to the conversations we could not make... Some flowers should have never blossomed,The memory of their fragrance makes your heart bleed. They smile in the broad daylight , … Continue reading Dusk
Within every person's soul , there is music.