A Promise to Myself

I had promised myself, I will not cry

The day you leave me and go, I will try

To be calm, strong and versify.

I will write a thanking note and signify,

Life has been very kind and wry.

My feelings, I needed to sanctify.

A promise to myself I stand by.

There’s nothing more to rectify,

I am ready to wave earth a goodbye.

My Thirsty Voice

My suffocating voice,

Unheard and unechoed,

Boxed in my vocal cord,

Unreached and Perturbed.

My hesitant voice,

Longing and yearning,

As a peacock for rain,

To dance and sing.

My thirsty voice,

Dry and desperate,

Waiting eagerly to flow,

Shower and spring.

My curious voice,

Sighed and stared,

At the beat of music,

Amazed and attracted.

Your Glory

Everything appears in its full glory when clouds are off the sky.

You shall too appear in your glory when you let yourself fly.

Prepare, go against the wind, on yourself you rely.

Believe in your wit and vivacity, do not hesitate to try.

Woman I am (short poem)

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Woman I am;

Special and unique,

Bold and mystique.

Woman I am;

Silent and golden,

Pink and paean.

Woman I am;

Bright and cheerful,

Shining and beautiful.

Woman I am;

Glorious and wise,

Right and precise.

Woman I am;

Mindful and alert,

Clever and smart.

Woman I am;

Pretty and free,

A single version of me!

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That’s all for me

Some of my funny thoughts in a rhyme-

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That’s all for me

Tales and experiences,

Struggles and achievements,

Highs and lows,

That’s all for me.

Travels and halts,

Merits and falts,

Hugs and quarrels,

That’s all for me.

Fun and blues,

Silence and ados,

Colours and hues,

That’s all for me.

Foes and friends,

Alters and extends,

Starts and ends,

That’s all for me.


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Existence 

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Who am I to you, to the world?

I am the abstract, but still alive.

I am the virtual, but still survive.


Who am I to you, to the world?

I am a dust grain with no abode.

I am a fragrance of no bloom.

Who am I to you, to the world?

I am like the life in the air.

I am like the blood in a body.

Who am I to you, to the world?

I remain a mystery unsolved.

I am a dormant desire of the heart.

From the world,

I’ll disappear in a moment.

I’ll be gone like a vapour.

For you,

I’ll be an endless question.

I’ll be an untouched tale.


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Image courtesy: Aleteia

रास्ते  (Roads)

रास्ते कितने बदल चुके हैं हमारे,

फिर किसी रास्ते पर मुलाकात ना होगी।


स्कूल की बेंच पर भी बैठेंगे साथ अगर,


बात करने को कोई बात ना होगी।


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Our ways have parted,

Never would we meet again.

If we sit on a school bench together,

There would be nothing to chat again.