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
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
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.
An Ode to the Morning Dew
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.
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?
You cannot break me now
Even at my lowest I didn’t give up, Even at my lowest I continued to run. Do you think you can break me now ? I’m ready for another round. No matter how much you criticise or hate , I will be myself I shall not wait, Shall not wait for the sun to rise, … Continue reading You cannot break me now
The Last Sunset
To The One I Love When the last sunset calls my name, I will stay in the sky for you to gaze Stay there long so you don't chaze My identity that's gonna be erased. The days over, the journey comes to an end My broken heart I shall continue to lend. All the rebukes … Continue reading The Last Sunset
The Light Beam
Thoughts of a healing heart, a depressed soul, a worn out ship caught in a tempest....
Spiti : The Journey
Listen to the quiet, let it converse with your soul, let it make you whole. After spending a day in Nako : Land of Tranquil Waters I have entered Spiti. The journey is so beautiful that I have lost sight of the destination. Spiti is a cold desert located in Himachal Pradesh, India. There are sparse patches … Continue reading Spiti : The Journey