I so love my kids It is just not blue and pink Their siblings love fights Visionary exploring Their love makes me elated Two and
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Enigma Inamorata
Sometimes in your eyes Between those fragile lashes I have seen the spring Poppies and daisies open To welcome the pilgrim bees Sometimes in your
Colors of Nostalgia
Snuggled in my blanket Woke up feeling suffocated Opened the window Sparkling snow disappeared Revealing brown roof, black road Picked the phone to check Which
Welcoming Devi Durga
The dark clouds recede, Vibrant rainbow decks the sky, Golden star shines bright, Wet earth dries, new life springs up, Connotes Her homecoming. The ripened
The Tech Button
Life is a button now The phone or the TV remote Life isn’t possible now Without the phone and remote The soul of everyone control
Life These Days
It’s easy to talk, then it’s to walk that same talk, as it’s easy said then to perform that same act. Hence, the life’s reality
A Requiem for Love
Once upon a spring When birds from faraway lands Came calling to us We ran through flaming forests Our hearts fluttering as one Once upon
First Love
A warm, summer night, Love rushed to be by my side, It was here to stay, I could feel its tender kiss, And its whisper
Falling in Love
Rollick Frolic rush, father’s boat, a hint on high, Mother’s hand in prayer, calling sobriquets to sea, Boys’ gazing through corners of the eye. The
God’s Boudoir
behold and enter my boudoir so splendorous hued, aromatic the beauteous pasturage resplendent in its nature aromatic blooms shy and blushing in the sun statuesque,
I am empowered!
I travelled so far And wide, still it evaded, Every single time, Then I realised, in me The tranquility existed! I searched for it in
First Rain
They come down in droves In mere minutes we are drenched The drums come later Deafening, and announcing “Hear ye all! there’s more there’s more”.
Voices of Despair
And then suddenly Night overflows into day Yellow cataracts Of solar flames burn the sky In cold time like tumbling stars Years run wild in
Joy on the wings of hope
It floats heavenward on a zephyr of my hope; plucking at the tuft of pristine cottony cloud, it flits and flies, rising up. It is
Golden Shower Tree
Hot sun shining bright The day brilliantly yellow Hurts the naked eye Need shade, just a little shade Even a flimsy palm tree No, it’s