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.

Journey of the Seed

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

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

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. 

आख़री सूरज- सफ़र Part III (The Ending)

रहे देखने The setting sun have stories to tell. The retreating rays narrate the tale of a life half lived, the tears half shed , all the half smiles and the empty lives. As they retreat, the black curtain is pulled down. Slowly and steadily, the final words are pronounced, all the material things are … Continue reading आख़री सूरज- सफ़र Part III (The Ending)

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.