On the mountain pinnacle i stand,
staring below at the lovely land.

The sky above
stands so close to my hands
it seems as though
i am in heaven
and had attained life saving salvation

I see all peace and solace,
in the arms of the splendid creation
of the almighty, so flawless.

Having reached this far
i question myself
"Is this what i wanted?
Is this called being successfull?
Have i reached my destination?
Did i overcome my fears?
Did i cross over my failures?"

No, i still dont get an answer.

Because I am not this.
I am a simple person,
who loves every simple thing in life,
surrounded by family and friends.

The actual achievement is
Being an adorable daughter,
a loyal wife,
a caring mother,
and above all a beautiful human being.

The road to actual success
is still far away.
But i know i have that in me,
to reach my destination
and achieve the true happiness in life.

A world filled with magical aura
Where, Clouds look like angels in cloak
surroundings as an artist's imagination.
With no vegetation in the nearest sight
Only mysterious mountains of different texture and shapes
Fills your stomach with deep eternal joy.

No! its not a fairy land
nor our nearest planet neighbors
Its Earth at its highest point.
Untouched and naïve

It’s the Himalayas!!

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume button of life
Silence is painful. Torture. Silence is turning off the volume button of life
                                                            ­            inspired by "The Kite Runner"

There was a roar of pain, frustration, helplessness, but still the hearts echoed.
The light still glowed, but lost the spark day by day,

The voice around the darkness became quite,
The hearts gradually muted, filled with silence.
They don't talk, yet the others do the talking.

No one observes the silence. No one tries to break through it.
Lot of unspoken words, lot of excited questions.
Yet there is no one to answer.

Life with silent heart is a body without soul.
Lest they understood

Walk into my life
And leave imprints of your goodness

"Diya, Diya where are you?"
Oh! Mom calls me from behind
allowing me not to be myself,
restricting me to meet the world
in and of itself.
why does she do this to me?
why cant she let me be?

It is so colorful outside.
the world is waiting for me
to feel the pride.
There comes the warning from behind
seeing the excitement in my eyes
counseling "Don't fall prey,
for the world is deceiving you,
you will not be welcomed,
you will not be spared,
you are not old enough
to perceive the threat.
you will only have me
who has always cared".

No words of wisdom would stop me,
as i am the pigeon, and i am set to live free.

I take my first step out
tumbling down
and still getting up
trying to fly.
I finally take my first leap
and start flying
as if i am on the cloud nine and
the entire sky is mine.
Greeting the fellow birds
welcoming them to my nest,
i feel the freshness in the air
and start winging like waves.

My first flight was so splendid
until a sharp edged object
pierced my wings
and let me fall
on the ground unattended.

I now realize
why mother was so protective
warning of the threats,
but i gave a deaf ear
only to infer
that she was right.
I could have waited
for some more time
rather lying in here
being penalized.

Little butterfly
living a normal life

Was wandering helter-skelter
on a fateful day
for something within her
she never understood

that day was very different
filled with dark clouds,
but, a ray of light
was following her all along

Night approached with a bunch of stars

Wondering what was wrong
She kept staring at the moon
and found a shooting star
approaching the ground
as though to take her along

That was the moment
she realized what was missing in her
the sparks from the shooting star
took her soul away from her and vanished
as though they were meant to be together till the eternity

That was the day he was born
and she gave away her heart and soul
to give birth once again a year later
as a human, and
to live a beautiful happy life ever after.

Long long ago, not so long ago
a small tiny bud blossomed
into an amorous beautiful flower
with a soul of love.

It pledged to the God
" You poison me
You pluck me
and throw me on the ground.
I will remain strong
in their hearts
Until death sets them apart."

God was challenged
by this little flower

He sent snow, thunder, hail storms
cyclones, tsunamis, heat waves
to **** the flower.
But nothing worked. Sigh!..

Then he sent mystical bees
to **** its nectar and shatter it down.

Slowly but steadily
the battle of love was fading
But its faith was so strong
that it stood up yet again
refusing to die.

God was pleased by the devotion
and vowed to keep it alive
as long as it wishes to.

Today after an year of togetherness
in the institution of marriage
blessed by the god and all the loved ones
the little flower shines with pride
more than ever
and spreads smiles all over.

Romantic heavenly land with romantic heavenly angels linger on my mind,
corrupting my senses not to return to the green land.

Oh the milky white mountain, milky white pathway, milky white clouds
kissing each other, don't know where to draw the line

In this heaven i do not understand where do i stand
on the clouds or on the land