Poetry

  Lord you have taken my sun, my moon, my star. You have taken my only child, so very far. Let him now rest his weary head on a cottony cloud. Please hold him dear, should he call for me out aloud.   Lord you have taken my joy, my …

I lie in bed; I toss and turn; in my head a thousand thoughts churn. I pull up the covers, I throw them off. I can hear my brain scoff. I feel the cool night caress me, its coaxes, it entices but, Stress prevails, tension impinges; sleep still eludes me. …

A single ray fell, illuminated a tiny speck of Earth and from that marriage of light & soil, it took birth. Such was the love between land and heaven that when together, the sapling’s birth was a given.   A tiny life, so precious that took on a form of …

A stranger’s hand clutched in mine, I walked the Saptapadi. Apprehensive of what the future held, head bowed like Draupadi. I walked around the yajna, as Hindu custom mandated. It was my wedding, so today; I was bound to another as was fated.   My father had done the Kanyadaan, …

I sit here to write down my thoughts to you my child, In my feeble attempt to include you in my mundane life. I know you will never read the words I pen, Yet, my love makes me sit down and do this often.   Even though we met briefly …

When I wanted to rest, life prodded me on It said, “Get up, run along, and come on! This is not the time to dally or rest, A brand new day waits to learn, put you to test.”   So, up I got from my restful slumber, I tried to …

On a morning silvery white, she was born a black blight. Why you may ask? What was her fault? Well she was a girl and for some that was all. The purveyors of archaic society jeered at her birth. She was shunned, rejected; they said she had no worth. Subjected …

  Today I traipsed down memory lane and back to school I went, yet again. Oh! How hard it hit, that nostalgic wave; I wish those memories I could forever save.   You know the first thing that I saw there? It was the backbench, I once sat where. A …

Even in her black and white world, she sought color; a feeble attempt to camouflage her ashen pallor. Anything to hide the scars of the skin that had been burned. To watch that, to stare at her, random people turned. The lover she spurned had crushed her dreams. The acid …

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. …