Beautifully decorated and adorned with accessories… There I stand at the center, hiding my worries. Locked in a jar, torn and crippled… My existence laden with a soul, so tattered and painful. I can’t move much or breathe a lot… As the transparent jar won’t let me do that. The jar is imaginary, they say. …
When everything feels broken, beginning again seems impossible. Yet somewhere deep inside, a quiet strength waits to be discovered.
I thought I wasn’t being creative anymore, because I wasn’t writing. Illness slowed me down. My body needed rest, and my hectic schedule flared up. My body needed rest, and my soul was restless. My hands trembled, yet they were ready to hit creativity. The pages stayed blank, and I believed– perhaps too easily— that …
“I don’t have time to hate the people who hate me; as I am busy in loving the people who love me!”
I stand here in a large room,On vigil for the students who write the exam.A room, with a lot of chairs,The chairs, occupied by the students.The students – Some lean, some fat,Some excellent, some averagers, some worriers,While some relaxed. The room, filled with silence,With the only sound of flippering papers.Students of all streams, I have …
In the deep silence of every noisy household, Silently lives a gentle soul. Unheard and unattended, who attends every chore. In the deep silence of every noisy household, There lives a gentle soul. The whistling of the cooker is spread across the rooms, But her hues and cries are nowhere. She doesn’t need an alarm …
That one month of ignorance,Which I spent in meditative trance,Praying for my mother’s health,Unaware that she had lost to death. Oh, that blissful period of ignorance,Whilst I thought she was battling for life,But she was not alive. Oh, that serene month of ignorance,A month of feeble hope and despair,A broken heart, which was hard to …
On your Birthday…. I am lost, lost in your thoughts! Lost in the shadows of your absence, So deep and profound. In the serene ocean of your memories… Like a sinking ship, I drown! DEAR MUM… I recollect the memories we’ve created… The laughter we’ve shared… The love you ushered upon me… The care you …
I feel proud to be a teacher… When I feel the respect and awe in my students’ eyes… Yes! I do feel proud. I feel proud to be a teacher… when I paint the canvas of my students’ hearts with lessons of wisdom… Yes! I do feel proud. I feel proud to be a teacher… …
Here’s to my daughter unborn… For whom my heart do always yearn. I wanted to feel you in my womb… You are the one with whom I would have loved to share my room. Your tiny fingers I could have felt… Your curly hair I could have swayed… I would have cradled you in my …
Kashmir, just the mention of the place throws up vivid images of heavenly beauty and calmness. As a poet rightly said, “Gar firdous, ruhe zameen hast, hamin hasto, hamin hasto, hamin hasto.” (If there is heaven on the earth, it’s here , it’s here, it’s here) But one can’t deny the fact that the thought …