Circle of desire

On a cold winter day, she set her feet outside. A cloud passed above her, and a dream was born, inside of her. Around the clock of time, the storm blew, rains poured, and the sun shined, gazing at her.   Poor little, who imagined the clouds to be real, was fooled yet again, in … More Circle of desire

Her grain of sand

On a hot stormy day, She gently carried me. to leave me on the shore, tenderly, with Her soft, caressing hands. Everyday, She would come there, to sing, dance, and cry Her heart out, intoxicating me, with Her Divine Love.   The tears shed, would make my heart crumble. Until, it finally dissolved, in Her remembrance. … More Her grain of sand

The Seer

On a brisk setting day, the bud blossomed, when, in the heart of the seer, She took birth.   Words held no space, not a speck, or a whisper. She smiled, and so did the seer, being warmly welcomed, yet another time!   Every time, for countless times, She does it. Telling tales of the … More The Seer

Bygone friend

The day I walked alone, you followed me as a shadow. Disillusioning me with strange pictures, and groping me with dark stories.   On my first stand, you made my legs tremble, and my eyes water, My voice shook, fumbling every word.   My first encounter with strangers, you held me. I may speak something … More Bygone friend

The dry leaf

Bright, elegant and tall, it stood, on a bushy green tree. Over viewing the shrubs, the grass, the roots, and encompassed by the magnificent trees.       It knew not, of a speck of sand, or the dew on a blade of grass. The green, flowery tree on which it stood, was all it could … More The dry leaf

The real purpose

What is the real purpose of education, if it does not teach you to learn, if only degree and greenback is all that you yearn; What is the real purpose of being in a relationship, if you can’t stand by your love in times of hardships; What is the real purpose of  being sorry, if … More The real purpose