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)

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

I too had a heart.

I gave it to you.

Even though you broke it,

it still belongs to you.

I'm not impressed with how I look
No beauty in reflection I see
Except my stomach
Near perfect
At least one detail to love about me

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.

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.

Rain waits
for clouds
to fall.

Flowers wait
for spring
to bloom.

Heart waits
for someone
to love.

Why is it so hard to be kind?

It doesn't even cost a dime.

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?

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.