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!”
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 …
“Love isn’t something that you can read in a book…. It’s something that you can feel in a touch or a look.”