Kindergarten days were golden days of our life. But now it is diminished, leaving traces behind.

Kindergarten Times

Those moments when I used to cry,
Even for a minute I didn’t leave my teacher’s eye;
Those moments as beaker made cookies in class,
When our faces full of flour made teachers laugh;
I feel blessed for…

Ages which bound ask us to unite.

Lost Soul: Alzheimer’s

Felt so lonely dumped into unwanted place,
Alzheimer’s was my companion at bridge of my old age;
I’m trying hard to take my soul back on track with me,
Even it’s terrible that no one is waiting for me on doorsteps;

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;