Legacy of Sun

If I could choose from the legacy of stars afar Who would I choose but, THE SUN, For it’s purpose ethics are impeccable, Illuminates everything it touches, Dressed in its resplendent self- worth, Disciplined for it’s cause, Nourishing life and aspirations, just because, Wants all to grow and glow, If you grew greedy, you would... Continue Reading →


South of forgiveness: What a beautiful book. It inspired me to write of some things I know and some I learnt and some things I am still learning

Self esteem like house of cards

Your self esteem is like house of cards, sensitive people They will stand on the corner And amuse themselves As you built it up They will let you play with it, a little And a add a layer Or two Are you feeling pretty steady now? Getting good at building yourself...huh! Ok now then, this... Continue Reading →


On a particular kind of night, Waves crashed across the periphery of mind Like someone is holding a whisky glass And cascading the drink from left to right Making sure each corner of the glass feels the sensations- the burn and the mingle with the glass Before it reaches the tongue and evaporates objectivity Splashing... Continue Reading →


There’s a duty to ourself- to be who we were born to be. There’s a master sitting- who know you are source in specks Be- knowing that Fulfill thyself not from space of strive but from a space of higher self


This world of colliding ego- who will be what without a mother’s nourishment. Who is not still chasing for a safe haven of mother’s unconditional love in the universe

Kaleidoscope wala

Who reads poetry? Who is the poet but a brave kalideoscopewala seeing things in different swirls. Bringing forth the visions to her readers in amalgam of herself, her work and universe.

Bathe in self- love

The clouds hurled in, And the thunder gurgled, Today, they ask you to stay out of its way But there’s never ending delusion of chores There’s race and charts for pace Being someone and getting somewhere The thunder and the clouds thrathened They will whisk and wash your ego away Truce brings dead poets and... Continue Reading →

Oh!! Dusky one

Your eyes gleam with kindness and wisdom, and yet you, paint and paint, The exterior in colours whose shades cover the brilliance of your own, The …Oh!! Dusky one

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