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
Unspoken Words (अधूरी बात)
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.
Broken Wings
When you stitch your broken wings and get ready for another act,you cannot really fly, you can just react.
I wish to Sing
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?
Spring is in the Air
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
A(part) of me
To all those who love.... Morning is always beautiful but there is nothing like the beauty of dawn , when you cannot see the sun but its love can still be felt. The first rays that after an intense battle with the darkness steps in and brightens everything. Its relentless course , the fire and … Continue reading A(part) of me
An Ode to Life
Before making any new journey , let's be grateful for our existence. On 22nd September 2011, I had met with a serious accident which had nearly costed me my life. I was cycling at a high speed through a dangerous mountainous slope when I had this accident. I suffered from two extradural hemorrhages ( brain … Continue reading An Ode to Life
Elephanta Island
I can hear the call of the sea, I can feel it communicating to my soul !! Here I return back to the sea..
Queen of Hills – Shimla
Is there a place in a state of continuous turmoil , like a perpetual mood swing ? It will be sunny in the morning , then windy by afternoon , may suddenly start snowing by late afternoon and then may be again sunny by evening and windy by night . These are the unpredictable state … Continue reading Queen of Hills – Shimla
Fly like a bird – Paraglide in Kamshet
We grew up reading about super heroes , demons and spirits , ghosts and fairies who all had one thing in common – the ability to fly . We even waved to the airplanes that flew above our houses . Many of us have even clicked pictures on our first plane flight!! The idea … Continue reading Fly like a bird – Paraglide in Kamshet
I Want to be with You
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.
The Wave of the Sea
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
The Valley
I'm living in a valley surrounded by the lofty mountains. A tiny streams cuts these giants cradling the world around it by its constant gurgling. The stream is sluggish these days. The shadows of winter have crept into the its soul. It meanders slowly in introspection and retrospection. It no longer caresses the shore, no … Continue reading The Valley
Deception
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
Seabuckthorn Tea : A Himalayan Secret
Seabuckthorn berry also known as the 'holy fruit' grows in the Himalayan desert of Spiti, Himachal Pradesh. Due to its ability to withstand the extreme temperatures , this plant is a super food. It is rich in Vitamin B1, B2, K, A, E , folic acid, over 60 antioxidants , atleast 20 minerals and healthy fatty acid.
सफ़र (A Journey) – Part II
''It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection''
सफ़र (A Journey) – Part I
For all those away from home, here is poem for you all..
The Feather
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.
Aishwarya_ the sailor 