Life is art. Live yours in color and it will be a journey that is spectacular. Filled with hues that warm the heart; give your life a vibgyor start! Embrace all shades, be they dark or light. Let them not in your life fight. Adopt the black, the white, the grey. …

Some shoot to kill & they shoot to spill; the blood of an innocent animal. They forget this action too, in the eyes of law, makes them a criminal. When will man understand that “the right to live” is equally applicable? Earth is home to all, we must learn to …

My boy lies here, six feet under in land that fate from me did plunder It was my time not his, down in the dirt; How will I live now, with all this hurt? Valorous he fell fighting for a cause. They say he never held back, never did pause. …

Man’s avarice will ultimately lead to mother Earth dying. But, could there be hope?   Six feet under the ground, it started its journey homeward bound. It cleaved a path in the damp dirt, in its voyage to the surface of the Earth. It said to its mother, “I know …

Why is it that you cannot see, I am what God made me to be? The colors of my skin, its dusky tinge; are all what God gave me! You look at me, you see my dark skin tone; you see dusk settling on bronze. You forget that behind that …

Ladies… What is the thing that you thought you could never do? Was it riding a bike, swimming or even just besting a problem or two? Did you take the bull by its horns, grasp the chance to learn & try? Or did you just sit around, despair, wring your …

Like the proverbial phoenix, from her ashes she arose What would you call such a woman – Kali, Durga or more? Bathed in translucence, from the fire that burned within, She stepped off of her pyre and breathed in her strength.   He thought he had slain her for she …

A bright splash of yellow on the face, The vermilion & purple, struggling to keep pace. Eyes that are filled with mischief and joy; The lips that smile, tentative and coy.   Oh! What a wondrous picture they evoke Of a new bride that festive Holi does provoke. Tantalizing her …

What is poetry? You ask what it means to me. Well, to me it’s more than art, religion or philosophy. It’s a source of feelings, deep emotions, you see; Captured within the beautiful bondage of sensitivity.   It’s a language of the heart, a song of the soul, And creative …

It was a sight to behold, as heartbreaking as it was bold; A mother lay under rubble, her body broken; already cold. She clutched to her bosom a baby, umbilical cord attached, The scene was surreal, poignant & emotional; yet detached.   The baby wailed in hunger, unmindful of the …