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
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
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 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
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''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.
Aishwarya_ the sailor 