When she was young
She was taught
"Two roads diverged in yellow woods and I
Took the one less travelled by,
And that made all the difference"
Now she is old (as people say)
Still young at heart
Ready to take one less travelled by
She is still taught the same
Beware! This can make all the difference

Those torn out dusty pages
She was afraid...
The three dots at the end
meant something...
Something that was left unsaid

For times she had been kept aside
With the bookmark (hope)
Someone would come back
And say his heart out...

What if it ended messy and
She was left alone...

Said the pen to the book
Be bold and you will turn out beautiful...

The Little firefly
Went out in the night
Looked up at the sky....Full of stars
Wondered...if her light made a difference

Then she saw a sudden brilliance
A STAR has fallen

And then she realized
It's not those million ones that count
It's the one that falls
Makes all the difference
in someone's prayers

And so does her light
That makes all the difference
When it makes her eyes shine bright..

Like Fire flies...
Your eyes...
make me follow you and fall




In love with you again

While she untangled the two sound wires
He stayed back and just looked
As if saying let the silly girl play
The moment she had two resolved ends
His eyes said - O princess this sparkle in your eyes

They listened to the music as it played
She lost herself in his heart beats
As if saying i know this is how u make my life simpler

Staying close and letting me fight
Coming closer to make everything right

The moment she blinked her eyes

It disappeared in the vast.....

Her wishlist wasn't large
Just that he seemed bit too far...
She loved but could not ask

The sky is full of sparkles
But can you please come again and
Light up the dark

Dear Shooting STAR

Poetry isn't about rhyming words....
Its all about rhyming emotions

Have you ever seen
    a paper craving....
             for the ink

The moment it finds
                        a drop
It takes it to
                      the core

Forgets that
                 it was pure
The carved words
                  mean more

And so is the ink's response
Spreads as if has found home

Perfectly what it was
                        seeking for



amazing! isn't it
N so is LOVE

He asked : How do you do it?

She said : with love :)

So here comes her phase of life...
when she has to learn its true meaning .....

It opened new doors to her....
But strangely it is to the past that she is leaning.........

Not that she is afraid or does not want to explore...
Just that the past offered much more..........

But darling soon you will see
       how happy you can be....
With all that is about to come your way
       and all these fears will sway....

So , with all the love you have
welcome life as it comes to you...

Always remember you are the queen...
And all the memories that you made aren't written of invisible ink ;)

"Lost" , "Direction" - contradicting?
                                 Of course yes!

Truly depicts her state of mind
constantly asking this or that?

Not sure if things are wrong
or she is deliberately picking up rags

The thoughts are overburdening
and she is buried under the stack

Standing on the edge
    this time she wants to jump
                                 and not step back

She once asked....
LOVE

Isn't that a strange feeling
    n yet surprisingly the most sought after

It fascinated her...
   till the time she was a seeker

Then he showed up
   just to tell her, she only is love

Now if you ask her
  What is love?

She answers with a smile









Still looking for her answer!
    You missed her smile

For all i know true love is a bliss..
It keeps you going
And I want our love to grow like this

A love that is undying
  A feeling that is always new
     A never ending urge to make you happier
          A touch that always thrills

I want you and I always will

When I let myself go….
I found her
She wasn't perfect…
In fact was crazy
Long lost, wandering all by herself
She was happy…
N I asked her
How it feels like to be this way
She was busy making a castle of not sand but her dreams
Didn't reply
N I thought may be this is how it feels like….
When you are you
She was happy and now so was I
Because now I knew to find her…I have to let myself go