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;

Feminism groomed itself as per the demand of ages.

Feminism 2.O

The wall whose mason are you,
With cement of preservative thoughts;
They are enough to make me claustrophobic,
They make me very suffocated in their tiny holes;

Dreams can really cherish your day with new thoughts.

Dreamt a Morning in Morning

Aroma of wet soil and fresh blooming buds,
Dragged me towards the inviting casement;
My face felt those rain drops with blush,
The dewy vision which I saw cherished my day with excitement;