I write—
neither for name
nor for fame,

but to remain sane,
for I fear
I may go insane.

Too much hurt,
endless pain—
the heart can
only hold so much.

Words are my gateway
to release what I
hold inside.

Love disguised as friendship

                         is

neither friendship nor love.

Everything seems impossible—

until we make it possible.

On a gloomy day
I sat in my garden
with tears in my eyes.

Suddenly, the rain came,
sat beside me and said,
"Don’t cry—let me cry for you."

Then came the sun and said,
"Come, smile with me."

The birds arrived and sang,
"Come, sing with us."

Then came the butterflies,
"Come, dance with us."

At last, the rainbow appeared and said,
"Take all my colors
and fill your life with them again."

Together they whispered,
"Our world is beautiful—
come, be part of our world."

Your face is not a secret

to hide behind a veil.

It is your identity—

show it to the world

with pride.

I too had a heart.

I gave it to you.

Even though you broke it,

it still belongs to you.

Sitting in a dark room
with dark thoughts
like the darkest clouds
occupying my mind
feeling lost for eternity.

No flicker of light
to be found.

Will the sun rise—
rise again, just for me?
to show a new path,
towards a new horizon.

P —Pen on paper.
O —Overwhelming emotions.
E —Existing wounds.
T— Tales of the heart.
R— Reflecting ifs and buts.
Y—Yesterday's memory.

Someone once asked me,
“What did you do
to become a poetess?”

I said,"nothing.
I only broke the dam of emotions
I had built over the years.

The flood of emotions
themselves turned
into poems
and I became
a poetess."
(I have my doubts)

I never asked for
a picture of you.

All I have is the one
my eyes captured
at the first glance of you
and fixed it forever
in my heart.

That is what I carry
in my heart
all the time
anywhere I go—
and that is enough.

My only desire

is to see myself

through your eyes,

to see my faults

in your eyes

that drove you

away from me.

Sometimes I ask myself —

why people meet,

why feel an instant connection

with a stranger,

why an invisible thread pulls

so strongly?

Is it destiny,

or just random

cosmic events?

Some messages never get through.

Some love never finds a home.

Some wishes never come true.

Some wounds never heal.

Rain waits
for clouds
to fall.

Flowers wait
for spring
to bloom.

Heart waits
for someone
to love.

Before I could stop,
love entered my heart,
making it a permanent home.

Once, in happiness,
it sang and danced—
now it sits silently
in the corners of my heart.

In pain, it screams
without a voice,
but only in silence.

I called you home,

but I was just

your guest house.

Past is never forgotten;
time only teaches
how to live with it.

The future is not free
from the clutches
of the past.

Past is a mirror
within the soul—
unbroken,
omnipresent,
always there
to remind us
of what is left behind.

Shadows are a reminder

that beyond the light

darkness exists.

A beautiful quiet night,
the moon was shining bright,
stars twinkling all around
in a cloudless sky.

Moonlight fell upon your face,
it too began to shine—
like the brightest of stars.

I stared at your moonlit face all night,
from afar,
wishing someday you might be mine.

Though I know all too well
your heart longs for another,
I will not stand in your way of love.

Yet I will keep on loving you,
for my heart
will always belong to you.

We came to this world

only for a while,

and when we leave,

we leave behind our footprints.

Some remain forever,

worthy to be followed

over and over again.

Others are erased in time,

making way for new footprints,

worthy to be followed.

Life gave me
everything I needed
but took away
the one I wanted the most.

Sometimes I talk to the stars
on lonely nights
when the moon is not around.

I tell them how I feel
without the one I love
sitting by my side.

They don’t understand
a single word I say—
all they do is smile back at me.

I tell them
how my heart aches
with every memory
I hold inside.

They don’t understand
a single thing I say—
all they do is smile back at me.

In every silence, I loved you.

Like a gentle breeze on a sunny day, I loved you.

Like the calm after a storm, I loved you.

Like a ray of light in darkness, I loved you.

Like a rainbow after the rain, I loved you.

With every breath I breathe, I love you.

.
​Life is the question,
we live in it.

​Death is the answer,
we leave with it.

Everything will be all right —

a beautiful lie
we keep telling to
our silly, innocent hearts.

The truth is —

if everything
were meant to be all right,
nothing would have
gone wrong
in the first place.

Teachers are like stars
who light up dark minds,
like the sky on a moonless night.

Their light doesn’t burn,
but soothes young, innocent minds,
guiding them on their path
towards their destination.

Many teachers touch our lives
along the way—
each bringing new wisdom.
Some shine softly,
while others stand out
like brilliant stars.

But just like every star
gives away its light
to brighten the night sky,
every teacher plays a part
in making our life
a success story.

If I had a wish,
what would I wish for?

I would wish for you
in the next life.

But then, would you ever wish
not to be with her?

Why is it so hard to be kind?

It doesn't even cost a dime.

Love doesn't discriminate
it breaks all barriers
touches every heart.

Love has no limit
no boundaries
it flows endlessly like time.

I have let you go

then why do I

still find you

in my heart?

When new becomes old

it loses its value.

When old becomes ancient

it becomes priceless.

​गूंजता है धड़कनों में
आज भी तेरा ही नाम
जैसे खूबसूरत सा नगमा कोई |
वो दिल जिसे फूलों की तरह
सजाया था कभी
टूट कर बिखर गया क्यों ?
​ख़ता क्या हुई मुझसे
जो दिल तोड़ कर चल दिए
एक बार भी मुड़कर
क्यों न देखा कभी ?

"Take care of me
   and
I will take care of you."

Love —

for some is constant
like the climate
always stays the same
no matter how long they
are together

and

for the unlucky ones
love is like the weather
here today, gone tomorrow.

To be seen —
not as an object of desire,  
but as another human being.

To be seen—
for what she is made of,
for what strengths she carries within
and
not for what she covers her body with.

To be admired
not for her beautiful body
but for the beauty within.

Her voice to be heard
and not her screams.

To have dignity —
in life and in death.

To have self-respect.


Is it too much to ask for?

When I see butterflies drifting in the air,

I remember how colorful my life once was—

just me and a garden full of flowers,

a canvas and its colors,

music and the rain,

stars twinkling in the night sky.

Now, all of it feels lost.

I keep going back to the time,
my life before you,
wondering how it would have been
had you not been a part of it.

Oh, how much I wish now,
to return to that life again
to be myself once more.

shapeshifting sand dunes

sculpting floating desert landscape

Wind —the creator.

Afraid to make new friends,  

afraid to even say hello,

keeping everyone at arm's length,

any more heartbreak I cannot take,

I would rather be alone,

than be left broken again.

Sunny morning,
the Sun shining, smiling brightly,
in the blue sky,
soft, white fluffy clouds float gently,
a gentle breeze blows,
​then comes the wind,
it gathers speed,
bringing dark clouds along
turning everything dark,
then comes the rain,
a heavy downpour,
​the sun breaks through,
a rainbow appears,
dark clouds disappear,
the sky turns blue again,
the Sun smiles once more.

Sometimes, very rarely,
if you are lucky,
you might meet someone
out of nowhere—
who teaches you
to smile,
even when your heart
is heavy with pain
and your eyes
are filled with tears.

Far far away from you

in some corner of the universe

somewhere in the unknown —

is there any place

I can call home?

A place of peace and quiet,  

where happiness also lives.

I was just a misspelled word
you so easily erased
from the notebook of your life.

                  
Now,
how do I ever erase you —
the most beautiful poem of my heart?

If the harsh words you spoke

could ever rebound,  

you would have known

how painful they are.

Flowers blooming.
my garden filled with fragrance.
Butterflies everywhere.

Billions of stars in the sky

only one close enough

is all it takes

to light up the earth.

Billions of people in the world,

only one special enough

is all it takes

to light up a heart.

If you have wealth and money,

keep it to yourself.

If you have empathy and love,

share them with the world.

What was love once

turned into memories,  

memories turned into ink,

ink turned you into poetry,

poetry made you immortal.

Need to be bold —
if you are to
take on the world.

Need to be bold—
if you are to take a stand
for what you believe in,
without the fear of
what the future may hold.

Need to be bold—
to accept the fact that
if you speak your mind,
you are going to have
more enemies than friends.

When the river of love

dries up

heart turns into desert

without any oasis in sight.