My soul is reaching out for you As my tears continue to roll like the fresh morning dew My heart continues to ache As I gaze, at the sea that reaches for the sky Its waves continue to die But it keeps yearning for the sky It listlessly cries There is no answers to its sighs.
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..
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.
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.
This is a poem about two star crossed lovers- the dew and its leaf. The dew shall return every night even if it has to fall in the morning light.
When you stitch your broken wings and get ready for another act,you cannot really fly, you can just react.
How will the nightingale sing in the moonless night? Will she betray the songs that caress us all? Can she sing without her love ? Will her pain give the freedom that her love couldn’t give?
One day at a time With gratitude and sunshine One day at a time Until your life rhymes One day at a time... Hug yourself for being alive today You are not choosing to be solemn and grey You are feeling the rhythm of your breaths Stretching your limbs in good health Opening your eyes … Continue reading One Day at a Time