Let them judge You. Let them gossip what their heart desire. Let them. You are precious than pearl and colorful than the rainbow and you are a beautiful piece of art, my dear. Don’t let their words consume You. You belong to the Moon and the stars. Stay above the chaos and shine!
O traveller of the earth,
Defy the rules of gravity*
Bring the soul in the dead earth
Far away, out on the horizon
into the calm sea.
I saw the reddish sun
Setting down in the mist.
Dull sunshine; gloomy hue
Happiness, Sometimes is frozen
in little things.
Like the tiny drop,
that descend from the heaven.
Or little shrub,
that ascend from the earth,
(This poem is an expression of love for my two little cute chums ‘Zubi’ & ‘Dubi’, who has truly made me peaceful and ecstatic from inside.)
Stories shared till midnight.
What love doesn’t,
Fire brought them together.
Pain, adversity and misfortune are blessings from the Almighty. Yes my dear, they are! And once it touches the purest of the pure soul, it shakes them deeply like the comely flowers are waggled by the ghastly storm. And as the flower loses its leaf one by one, soon you will notice that your faith in oneself is diminishing gradually until it will put you in utter darkness where the light of hope barely enters your heart, and the moment you feel dead from inside, you are literally dead from outside as well. Continue reading
She needed a shoulder to cry on.
Her smile concealed her sorrow.
Pillow wiped her tears.
I wonder the way comely flowers bloom
The way they dance and the way they rejoice
I wonder the way they survived each season
I wonder the way they smile each moment
I rush towards the mountain with bare feet
Against the dead heat
I climb to the top with dreams as my burden
Against all hurdles
I rise like a cloud that ascends to the heaven