A flicker of hope, Myriad but luminous, Radiating love.
Category: indian
Lohri(a haiku)
Today is the festival of Lohri in North India. Sitting in the biting chill besides the bonfires,basking in its warmth and revelling in the love of our dear ones. Crimson ember sparks, The wintry haze shuddering, As new hopes dazzled.
A wedding ( a Limerick)
It's the season of weddings. The media is splashed with celebrity wedding pictures as we gape in awe at the couture costumes and dreamy sequences, a page out of another world. We dream and conjure of living that glam dream. But mundane people like me can only look from afar and watch the hoopla with… Continue reading A wedding ( a Limerick)
Happy Diwali
New beginnings, New hopes, New dreams to unfold! As you light up myriad lights, Their luminiscence sparkles in your eyes, As you aspire to tread on paths, Where you feared to tread. The incandescent glow, It lights your way in dark. Come what may, You know you will find your way. You got lost in… Continue reading Happy Diwali
As I fast… A haiku
A fuzzy mind swoons, But not a morsel of food, Still a serene smile.
As I love …..
As my mind goes blank, Shutting out all the deafening noises, Boarding up the crevices, That streamed in biting shafts. I float aimlessly hither and thither, I know not, And I don't want to know. A reverie, An idyllic repose, A blissful ecstasy. The world is my own, No pretences, No shams, No charades. Honest… Continue reading As I love …..
Finding yourself
She had learnt how to love herself, And that was the most dangerous weapon of all. She changed the hoary paradigms, As she set precursors new. New beginnings, Distant shores, Lands beyond and unknown, She strove to find her lot.
RDP#87-articulate
A very Happy Raksha Bandhan to all the brothers and sisters A thread of love, To articulate what never was said, It ties to untie the loose ends. It holds us together, Even we are apart, We hold hands, As we walk on different paths. Life may take us to to distant lands, But it… Continue reading RDP#87-articulate
What people do-a cinquain
A jibe, Thought-out, And sharp so to hurt loud, Masked in innocence affected, I smile.
She lived to tell
Pages of life, Turning one by one, Each telling a story. A story of love, A story of hope, A story of braving the odds, A story of fighting the twists of fate. She was left to traverse unknown alleys, On her own she walked. She looked askance, Myriad faces drifting by, She held out… Continue reading She lived to tell
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