Old Memories of that Special Day …
That Old City Venue ..
Relatives and Friends.  
That Peace and Calm
Changing our Lives for Ever …
Nervous and Excited
As we started our New Journey.  

Twenty One Years of Love and Understanding.
Twenty One Years of Low and High.

Seems like Yesterday.

जिसने कहा कि मेरे पास कुछ नहीं हैं।
उसके पास हि  सबसे ज़्यादा होता है।

Lost, they are,
Into the oblivion.
My first words of poetry
That I poured from my heart to paper.

Lost, they are,
Into the oblivion.
As I search frantically
For the pieces of my soul in the abyss.

As our body ages,
So does our minds
And with it our perspectives.
I search in vain pieces of my bygone era

Will I ever find what I lost?
An inner voice murmurs,
An irrational mind giving me hope
For something that I may never see.

I take my pen
To write what I feel.
To make the reader
Feel what I write.

Poetry does not come to me,
When I wish.
But it comes to me,
When I least expect it.

Swimming frantically for air,
From the deepest parts of my mind.
It comes out to be free;
Sending me running for my pen.

After writing it down,
Urge to rhyme engulfs me.
But changing means losing the raw feel.
So I let my poems be.

Harsh words said.
Feelings hurt.
Yet I do not know,
How it all began.

Why did I burst.
Now I feel like dirt.
Hateful Words like released arrows
Can never be taken back.

Emotions came flooding;
Like river from a broken dam.
Destroying everything;
Nothing stood a chance.

Grief followed anger,
Guilt replaced arrogance.
A moment's silence
Could have averted it all.

Even after mindless devastation;
My pride is not giving in.
To defeat my ego,
I muster courage and apologize.