A poem for my older brother who was murdered a little over a year ago...
What is more beautiful than the first shower and the roars of clouds, the fragrance of moist soil and the pleasantness it brings along!
We sit face to face with a wall between us; I have never seen his face, neither he mine. We describe ourselves and create mental pictures of each other. Then everyday we hold a conversation; I close my eyes and see through the wall: I listen...
In this world full of violence, hatred, hypocrisy, hunger - both for food and for power, discrimination, I always look forward to my "home", the only place I find love and peace. But the question is can we not make the entire world our "home"?
The Moon has always fascinated me. Every night, in spite of the chill, I venture through the tranquil dark and take delight under the beautiful Moon which itself has always provided me with solace. This is a dedication in return of the joy granted!
Life is journey, death is peace... only the transition between them is painful. Seeing loved one in pain.... can be heartbreaking.
Hey there, this is my first published work here. So quite nervous about it . it's something I wrote whilst waiting for my mum I' the mall
If people change.... the best way to cope up with life is... move on
True friends are the ones who never leave your heart empty, because they are filled with memories ....
Sunrise in a strange land -
The day has just begun;
No one knows who you are,...
Meant to be
Three words that could mean an us
A risk to prove that forever last...
I tried so hard to write about my fear!! But couldn't go well with any single stuff! So was thinking and thinking and the went to sleep!!! Next day my head was full of fearful thoughts that were imbibed in my subconscious tiny miny brain!
a poem about a couple who struggle against the nature...........
Love.... togetherness .. longing... belonging... everything....
I've often had a dream where am trying to escape from someone trying to steal my teeth so I never get to smile...it's not funny;its instead become my greatest fear.
Some times we got weight down by thoughts and imagination that do not have weight. the sooner we realize that, we'll be up and going. So says the old man
Thanatophobia-the fear of dying, who in the world is not.
There's a melody that is banging only head
And continues to spin down to my chest
Then this anonymous tune plays in my heart....
Depth of the weeping heart, that roars in the silence.
The fear about the pattern in an abusive relationship, leading to bitterness, then freedom.