She was told:
"You are sold
    to an old
for some gold."

Sorry doesn't change a thing

what's broken
remains broken.

A Starfish lying dead
on the beach
when touched by waves
begins to breathe.

I was lost in the darkness,
you brought me to light.
Showed me the world,
through your eyes.
Your laughter fills my heart,
with new hopes.
Your soothing voice,
calms my unsettling mind.
Your smile makes,
my world peaceful.
You are like my very own star,
that shines brightly in a moonless night ,
to light up my dark path.

When there is a storm outside,
you take shelter in your home
till the storm passes.

What do you do
when there's a storm
inside you?
How do you run away?
Where do you hide?

All you can do is
stay in it-
let it tear you apart.

A stormy night
I was drawn towards the waves
You pulled me back to the shore
So worried that I would drown
You held me tight
till it was dawn.

You try;I won't cry.
You try;I won't die.

I'm as stubborn as you are.

A symbol of love,
my nation's pride,
a gift to the world,
built by Shah Jahan
for his beloved Mumtaz.
Fulfilled the promise
he made to her,
built a unique monument of love
to stand the test of time
where they now rest side by side,
together forever.
A reminder -
love exists in the real world.

Every tear
is a precious treasure,
each drop carrying
a moment of pain
life hands over.

When your heart is heavy
and full of pain,
cry till your heart is light,
for tears are not a weakness
to hide –
but a treasure
to proudly share with the world.

I can always
forgive you.

Just tell me
how to forget you?

Happy families, smiling,
enjoying time together,
atmosphere filled with their laughter.

And then -

in a moment of madness,
all silenced.

Bullets took over,
dead bodies lying all around.

Terror strikes the land
we call "Paradise on Earth."

Silence,
Quiet,
Abandonment.

Some people know
the art of hurting so well
that they hurt you
where it hurts the most.

While sitting alone
under the shade of a tree
lost in the pages of my favorite book
an unexpected guest visited me-
a beautiful blue butterfly.
It sat on the tip of my left thumb, momentarily
then flew away
leaving me a moment of joy
a joy that still surrounds -
makes me smile.

One day it will come .
The day of my dreams.
A world, peaceful and beautiful .
No hatred, only love abound .
Everyone offering a helping hand ,
So that no one falls behind .
No talks of riches or power.
No discrimination against any
Race, religion or gender.
All equal, all accepted and loved.
Such a day will come soon.
I may or may not be around to see.
But I can see it in my vision,
How the day of my dreams would be.

What was love for me
Was only a game for you.
I gave you all my love
You have torn  my heart apart
Shattered my life.
All my dreams turned into nightmares
All sweet memories turned  to bitter poison
My heart suffers in agony,
by the deep wounds you have gifted me.

All in the name of love.
O' how I wish I were born without a heart.

The greatest actor in the world-

The one who hides his tears
behind his smile
and makes the world laugh.

People who think
it's okay to hurt someone
for their own merriment

will one day find it the hard way
when life itself becomes their mirror –
showing them the monsters
they carry in their mind.

There is a moon up in the sky ,
another one that walks the earth.
I deeply love them both.

Is this what is hurting you ?
Is this why you are walking away in silence ?

If only the Moon had a voice ,
it would have smiled and whispered-

" He loves me only because
in me, he sees you."

Love doesn't come and go
like waves,
doesn't change every moment,
nor does it touch only
a part of you.

Love is the ocean –
it drowns you for good.

The more it hurts

The more you realize

The depth of your own love.

After breaking everything,
all one can do
is rebuild-
brick by brick.

The storm has passed.  
Now there is silence.
Pain is silently sitting
in some corners of my heart,
waiting to drift into a deep slumber,  
never to be awakened again.

I always thought
I meant something to you
A burden.  
Now I know.

Silence speaks...



Just listen.

What a wonderful place to be -
The world of words
Where imagination comes alive
Hopes fly high

They give joy,
tears too.

A place like no other
the world of words.

Everyone said:
"Time heals all wounds"
Why then non of my wounds
ever healed?
The truth is-
time cannot stitch
the wounds
that are cut so deep.
It only covers them
with a layer of dust
till the next storm arrives
and carries away the dust
leaving the wounds exposed
to bleed again.

Parents always tell their daughters:
"Don't stay late, it's not safe."

Can't parents tell their sons:
"Don't disrespect, do not ****.
They too are human beings,
just like you are."

If  I  got to choose
what would I be
A butterfly or a bee?

I would choose to be a bee
Not beautiful,  not desirable,
yet happy,
I will fly free .

Touch me - I will sting.

"O,to be loved. "
A feeling like no other.
"Makes your heart fly like a butterfly"
In a garden full of flowers.

Destruction caused by war,
Innocent lives lost,
Everything turned to dust .

Where do we pick up
How do we rebuild
How do we overcome the grief
of the loss of our loved ones

How do we begin again
How do we find the strength to move on
How do we live on
when everything is gone


         TOGETHER

we can - if we join hands.

One can only give
what one has

Be it love
or
Be it hate.

Wounds need to bleed


So they can heal.

I can't stop you
from leaving me

Just as you can't stop me
from loving you .

I am not what you wanted me to be.
I am not what you thought I should be...

Not a scientist,
nor a teacher.

Not a doctor,
nor an engineer.

What am I?
A trailblazer...

I do not follow,
I lead.

Once there was a lonely girl,
dejected by the people she loved,
began to live in isolation.
Made friends with birds and bees.

One day she found a human friend,
who brought her back to the real world.
There,she found a treasure -
It made her happy again.

She was living joyfully once more,
with her new found treasure.  
But her happiness was short- lived.
In her solitude she refused
to take care of herself.

Now her body has turned fragile.
She knows her heart could stop anytime.
All she could think of now
was about her new found treasure.

What will happen to it after she was gone ?
So she asked her friend
the only person she trusted.

She offered him her treasure
hoping he would keep it safe
but her offer was turned down
for it was not his to keep.

With a broken heart
she went back to her old friends
stayed there till her final breath.

And the treasure she once held so dear
turned to dust in time.

The gentle white pages
of the humble,fragile books
contain all the wisdom of the world -

The custodian of our history.
The proof of our existence.

Beauty without kindness


is no beauty at all.

No love is true or false
Love is love
Same for all
Sacred and pure.

It is just that
Some people love and
some only pretend.

Love will not survive
if not accompanied by trust.

You didn't ask questions,
never waited for any answers.
You only assumed,
accused, abused, humiliated—
called me a stalker.

Why can't problems be solved
with a little patience and understanding?
A little kindness doesn't harm.

We are the ones with words—
we should know better
what words can do.

I am not made of stone,
my heart bleeds too.

In the fields
of the Netherlands
Tulips of different hues
are in full bloom.

An open invite
to all the butterflies and bees.
Watching them play around,
what a delightful sight
to the eyes of the beholder.

A moment of joy
for all nature lovers.

Once kindness you showed
Now there is only hatred
O, how time changes.

If I had two hearts
I would give them both to you
As I know how much you like
Breaking hearts.
You enjoy being loved
But you don't love
Perhaps you can't
Maybe you don't have a heart
I can't help it, I love you
Love is all I have for you
I would give you both my hearts
With a hope beyond hope
That someday you too will learn
To fall in love.

I love you enough
to give you my life –

but not enough
to surrender my freedom.

The heart always speaks -

but do we always understand?

It was your silence

that gave me voice.

What good does a war do ?
Taking lives of civilians and soldiers alike,
destroying livelihoods.

What good does a war do ?
You killed my people, I killed yours -
the cycle goes on and on .

What good does a war do?
Fighting for a piece of land-
what good is a piece of land
if all your loved ones are dead ?

What good does a war do?
Polluting air , damaging crop lands -
what good will it do if you have poison to breathe, no food to eat?

Don't we have enough
cause to fight-
climate change, global warming, ever -rising pollution?

It is not the time to fight each other but to stand together with each other.

Once there was a black princess.  
Everyone thought she was cursed .
No one loved, nobody cared.
She grew up all alone.
She was brave and kind .

She fought and fought,
refused to just survive.

She fought,
never gave up.

She fought and fought ,
till her voice was heard.

She became a warrior princess,
leader of her army.
Won many battles over the years.
Her bravery was acknowledged,
even by her enemies.

And when it was time
to sit on the throne,
she became a noble queen.

We don't know each other,
We have not seen each other.
Yet, we are bound together
by an invisible thread of emotions
in this world of words .

Together we stand ,
   with each other ,
    for each other.