Your eyes reflected in mine, reflected in yours.
If our eyes are windows of the soul
can we really be apart?

A flower so grand
in itself, vivid in
details, following no pattern
like the leaves of the plant.

All the leaves are the same
but a single flower so distinct
one does and the other doesn't
add to the plant's fame.

In its life of just a day, it steals the show
and spreads so much happiness
though the leaves may, in silence keep low,
diligently work for air's cleanliness.


Even then it sticks to the branch
as its life is given by
the apparently dreary plant.
Here, all its coming generations
will choose to be born,
and this plant only will they adorn.

People said, I am off age,
but I always felt I am just average,
Here I am, with no direction to my rage
but your faith gives me strength

Hurt by a few, shattered by some more,
lost a loved one, shaken to the core,
I feel lost, can't take it anymore
but your faith gives me strength

Strong in cover but frail inside,
within my bubble crouched, I hide,
reminded of falls, I dare not ride
but your faith gives me strength

For you, my dear, I can be anyone,
do anything to have you for a while,
because you are my reason to smile,
for you I will travel any **** length
*because its only your faith that gives me strength

Sometimes what works is a chocolate bite
else, just sit down and write

I lie down on the bed
with a new novel on my lap
rain splattering over the shed
page by page excitement has me, grasped

I have the candle by my side
for the warmth and the light
but the munchies got over
biting my nails in the story's *crunch

Gone are the days, on a holiday
I used to just eat and sleep, now
I have developed an appetite
for new destinations
to read and meet,
the fascination for the sea
as the sheer thought of
unknown adventure
and mysteries of the deep
nowadays engulfs me.
Climbing up a hill, to look
down at the edge, bending
over a steep cliff, nature
out of a geography book.
At night, the hide and seek
of moon and the clouds
the rich silver light making me strong
at times when I feel so weak.

When strangers became new
friends, as a person I grew
like on the old grass
a fresh drop of dew.

At the end, I believe
a day will surely come
when I can fathom all this
and can share my wisdom