Memories are companion of life, without its life is an empty box.

Memories of my Beloved

Today the sky is also changing colours to help me in recalling those old and beautiful memories. Blue hues in the sky remind me of the memories I spent with my beloved when we were together in the mornings. Morning filled with freshness, the view of her – open hair dampened in water.

Respect other's no, otherwise no one will accept your' yes.

Saying No

Hundreds of honks
Too much of mourns
Free roamers around
Satirical situations
She is Devi but no proud

Waiting for someone is very difficult.

Waiting

In a waiting room
Fingers grasping a shroud,
Ay, shroud of moments
When I was happy as a Clam,
Ah, so what? Now you have
Skin all burnt…

She is Angella so what? Her journey is not less than her enemy.

Journey Of an Angella

In deep darkness, in the silence,
I found myself sparkling, with some brilliance;
In the warmth and the secure ride,
In the stomach of my mother of life;

Difficult situations can get resolved easily if we have our dad with us.

Miss You Dad!

Mind was not accepting reality,
Heart was feeling very proud;
Today he may not be alive,
But his efforts lie in the crowd;