Each good thought Of mine Is a rainbow-beauty
Nov
03
Thoughts drop in
like Ripples in the ocean
Forever flowing
Slipping away
Changing shapes at will
moving in a zigzag manner
These thoughts are beyond my grasp
But surprisingly within my reach
Teasing and tantalizing
Bubbling at times
Raging when it pleases
I stone-wall it
keep the flow under-restriction
But it rises above
And flows over
Defiant and rebellious
Giggling with laughter
Oct
04
Standing in the middle of the plains With snowflakes on my head 
Ocean of love flowing peacefullyStanding by my side, the man I know
When he hold me in his arms The sun goes down
But whenever I open my eyes I found myself alone Scared of the dark and no one to hold
I have a question for youDoes the dream ever come true?
Oct
02
There is a part in me 
That feels I am different from everybody.
Something that they can’t see,
Something that they can’t feel,
Something so unreal.
But this ‘thing’ has always been there,
This ‘thing’ I will never share.
So I have made it a habbit of Pushing it to the back of my mind,
Among the thoughts of boys and clothes
And make-up, this ‘thing’ always find its cozy corner
Whatever has caused this feeling
Must have been so disgusting and bad.
A lost memory or something else,
Whatever the THING is,
I know for sure, I
can never let this feeling show.
Oct
01
I am growing like a blooming rose. 
I can see the hope in its petals.
The innocence of the red color is screaming –“As long as I am, I will be”.
I know that the rose will never wilt or die.
As my life may grow backwards, I shall become strong.
I shall be dependent on only one.
That one will be me.
I may rise with my petals high.
I do not dream to be a pick of the patch, but I am just as beautiful as the rest.
I will never be a lonely soul but shall always stand as ONE
Sep
12
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Love is beyond us …..
When we are in love Is it love Maybe we just love L.O.V.E` All of us have been chasing love. |
Aug
21
When I was a little girl I used to look in the mirror
Did not have a clue who was there
As I grew up using kohl everyday The girl in the mirror seemed to change
As time passed there was not always a mirror so I gazed at the 100 rose’s bouquet
Years later when I looked at the mirror To see my real self, to feel the momentary zephyr
I found the mirror had always been there wrinkled though Reflecting the real me, the same me straight as an arrow.
Aug
19
He sketches a few irregular lines on the paper. Swiftly he drafts black streaks on the white paper I was watching this creative genius from a distance. He is an artist. I have known him since I was 9 years old but today his creation started taking the shape of a beautiful face. Quietly he was outlining the long straight black hair. The half done portrait was beautiful just like an angel. “Who is the lucky girl, I asked?” He gives me one of his best smiles and continues working on the sketch. It felt like am being a witness to someone’s birth in slow motion. The moment was enchanting. Her eyes took the longest time. He was very patient in completing them. The eyes seemed familiar and now the portrait too. He might not have succeeded in getting his girl but he remained a gifted artist as he was before. She doesn’t know what she gave up.
Aug
18
One fine morning my friend ditches me The other day the girl turns into a zombie
Strange but true !!
Life has taken an ugly turn In the shelter of the local slattern
Strange but true !!
Mornings are filled with a streak of pink He is wrapped in a satin Hoodwink
Strange but true !!
Stuck in a dark-age of idiots Feels like patting the whippets
Strange but true !!
Too many things to do Always rebelling against this over hyped milieu
Strange but true !!
The day is not farWhen to my rescue will stand the sandbar
Strange but true !!
Aug
17
AM sitting beside the window
with a string of lovely balloons in my hand.
Yellow, Green and Red,Pleasant is the moment.A pleasant tune I hum as the breeze blows. A string of lovely balloons in my hand ….
