You wonder

You wonder, Where your life will take you. You wonder what will be, What was no longer yours, And what will be yours, Not known. You walk on paths new, As you traverse places unknown Each day ,a new day, As plethora of challenges unfold. You live in the moment, Immersing in its depths, And…

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…

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.

Have hope

Before you give away, The pieces of your heart, Make sure that there is enough left, In the space inside, Enough to hear it's gentle thrum, That tells you to always hold onto hope.

As you walk by-a cin quain

Each day, As you walk by, Blazing memory trails, Subtle imprints on sands of time, Etched fine.

Amble –

Amble along the alleys of life, Savouring joys untold, Fathoming the fantasies bold. Unlock the cache of joy, For life is to live to the core, Life's treasure trove, It brims with exuberant ecstasy all the more. You will smile, If you let yourself smile, And not dampen the euphoric rapture. Behold the beauty of…

Hiding

A charade we all keep, A mask we all wear, We camouflage, We hide, We do it all to dissemble and disguise. We shy away from our inner selves, Sheathing it below a protocol mire, Cowardly wavering , Fearing the wrath, Quivering in fear at being an outcast. As days go by, The inner You,…

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…

A rare one

She was one of those rare ones, She could feel the sun, Warming her skin in the coldest winters, For she loved herself, And the whole world loved her for it.

Mystical

The enigma, The mystical aura, The halo bright, It was to be awed, As all stood surprised. She was not to be seen, She was veiled with shrouds tight, She was hidden under covers of ritual, She was incarcerated for what she was. But the Braveheart she was, She did not give up hope, She…