The light in a very dark world

A storm has risen inside her heart and she stunned..

Her breaths are stuck within, standing speechless. 

She have won from the world, but lost to herself.. 

She was just standing shattered

She is the mirror and the reflection

She is standing intoxicated.. 

How do she hide the stain on her veil

It's shinning, sparking and reflecting

The pain is echoing inside her day and night..

Still she is standing for sure

She is in great shame, there is lots of dirt on her veil.. 

She was ravaged and destroyed, robbed and ruined of her honour.

She is the dark and white, she is the rippling sand in the sky

She is the rain that cannot pour down.. 

A dark night, and a wick in the lamp

She is standing as if in a dream

A body as bristle as a glass, and her own shadow, just afraid of herself.. 

She is the delusion, she is the shadow

She is the soul and the body

She is standing speechless

She is standing for sure. 



Life is too short to be anything but happy

It bears both happiness and sadness
But still it stays quiet
Until now no one knows
What life is trying to say..
At times a dear one, at times a stranger
At times a tear, at times a smile
At times a river, at times thirst
Life seems to be that way..
There is a silent cry of silence
This life is a blessing from God
No one has ever, Touched and felt it
There is a fragrance of emotions
And an aroma in the air..
Speak with your heart, listen to your heart
Choose a soulmate from the heart
The world may say anything
Let go of the world's thought
Adorning them on your eyelashes
Foster sparkling dreams..
Life seems to be that way
Until now no one knows
What life is trying to say.. 



Little moments, Big Memories

I am 90's born when in India where power outages were frequent and familiar. The lights would go off just as we were about to sit down for dinner, studying or going to sleep. There would be a mad scramble for candles and torches. 

             A sudden silence for sometime then all of us (brothers & sisters) call out each other and play games like hide n seek, antakshari and many more. It seems like this was the time we are waiting for. 

           Spicy gossips among the elders, some were singing to beat the darkness, playing tape recorder, pranks, jokes, gags and giggles so many laughs, cry if fall while playing... Oh my god! It's so pleasure to think.

All together enjoying the powercut and as always ends with ghost stories of course, and suddenly a loud noise will come out of joy that lights have come.. 

    These are the little moments of togetherness which are spent creates a big memories for lifetime whereas now-a-days all is replaced with modern age inverters and mobile phones where all are engaged in there busy life and social media. 

         Days will not comeback but memories will always be cherished..

You can't dull my sparkle ✨

From today, from now on

I won't let you touch my pride

Even if you destroy my body

I won't let you touch my honour.

If you try and touch my heart

I'll reside you in my heart

But if you try to tease or molest me

I won't leave you. 

Wearing skirts or sarees 

may it be night or afternoon

I won't walk being afraid 

With a burning candle and 

Showing my sandals

I won't walk being scared. 

If you try and match my pace

I'll walk with you

But if you try to tease or molest me

I won't leave you. 

Talking to me in a manly way

You try to sell me like a cattle

In those markets

I'll eradicate your entire kind. 

If you change your gaze and look at me

Then I'll save you from every evil eye

But if you try to tease or molest me 

I won't leave you.

The Soul of My Soil

The earth is golden and the sky is blue every season is colourful, such is my country. 

My country has brave young men who are carefree, Here courageous people have a brave heart, Farmers are the heartbeat, never ending sacrifies of great leaders and soldiers... 

Underneath the sky lies the earth, here every season smiles, such is the beauty of my country. 

Somewhere the young are wrestling, somewhere there's a talent show of archery... Sitting on the shoulder's of the father's , the children go to see the fairs,
In these fairs, there is lot of spectacles, stalls of delicacies..
The children are innocent just like dolls and they listen everyday to their grandma's fairy tales... 

In my country, the guests are considered as God, he becomes a native of this country, even if he comes from anywhere.. Such is My Soil, My India.

Little Krishna

O my little Krishna, where are you? 

My eyes are tired searching you holding a pot full of butter... 

Oh Maiyya...! Iam all here in your heart, each and everywhere, see me in a tree or in a lake, in a cow or in clouds... 

Skies are dark Maiyya and my world is in danger, I have to save them from this corona pandemic... 

Though, I am the creator, destroyer and saviour, now there is serenity, my mother earth is filled with greenery, fruits and flowers, beauty of nature and innosence of animals is visible.. 

O my dear little Krishna, you must be hungry, tired and sleepless my boy

Don't worry Maiyya, Now i am in every house in every prayers, eating, sleeping and resting... 

Where there is worship there I am

Where there is believe there I am

Where there is patience there I am

Where there is love there I am... 

                      

                   

You came like a Sunrise

A new heartbeat came up,I got to know that I am still alive..Some such tenacity is there in this moment,where was this moment of mine..now it’s in front of me,should I kiss joys,or should I cry a little.. the body burning down in the sun got the shade of a tree, something like that is what my heart is feeling now,on the years old wounds, there is some balm applied some such mercy is there in this moment,where was this moment of mine.. Now a new bond calls me from behind,why does a worry for tomorrow trouble me,such a prickle is there in this moment,where was this moment of mine..should I kiss joys,or should I cry a little…