

haiN kuch adhure khawab apni zindagi ke
aaj fir haiN mauka unhe puree kar jao Read the rest of this entry »

The moment I open your box
I see my life changed you know
Feels like there’s only me n you
Sharing our lives
Your toys Read the rest of this entry »

Not Mine
You are a blessing from above
Of understanding, care and love
You nurtured me in bad times Read the rest of this entry »
This is a world of machines…
so do we really follow the human mechanisa…
Sometimes too much is very less…
n sometimes very less is more than enough……… Read the rest of this entry »
*pic by Tosha*
I’ll tell you when
When you are in love my friend
When your love is not to defend Read the rest of this entry »
Khwabon ki ek duniya main
Ek murat rachi thi
Nashili aakhen madhosh kardene wali
Wo katil hasi dekhi thi
Chand sa chera laherati zulfe
Wo is daard-e-dil ke dawa thi Read the rest of this entry »
Today I have written after a long long while. Most of it posted here is that I have written years ago. And many more to come are also my old writings.
This poem is a combination of hope and happiness, prayer and gratefulness, fear and superstition and desire and fulfilment. The poetess (me) is talking of success she has had in her life. The success is the fruit of long term hard work, yet somehow she feels it had been a magic. She feels like she is still dreaming. The poetess’s heart is full of gratitude and thankfulness to the father above and to everyone who has supported her and helped her light the lamp of her dream. The poetess does not want to have the realization that her success is real as she has a rare superstition in her and she wants her feet to remain on ground. She knows this is just the beginning of the real life, beginning of a new story. There is a long way to go and there is a lot more to be achieved….