Is Nervousness Really a Hurdle?
It’s okay if we get nervous sometimes because it’s the first stepping stone to identify our problems, weaknesses and unconfident zones.
Creative Girl’s World
The moment when I look,
Captures many eyes;
Eye in the view, view is in my eye,
The joy of its elegancy makes me fly so high;
Love For Silence
My brain became a barren land,
And heart was facing drought;
Blossomed tricky noisy maize,
Lots of unpleasant templates;
Fish Out of Water
I will learn how to swim,
Deep beneath the drought with even burnt skin;
I can be the tin; I can be the bin.
But more than that I will never forget to swim;
He In Her
The world is behind me,
But I bend in front of them;
No one knows this mystery,
In every way I am hidden in them;
Fantasy: College Life
In Primary School…
No worries, out of rules,
Fun in breath and swings of mood;
Candies were my first love,
Chocolates made me feel so good;
City Life
Yes, it’s me
Wild fantasy,
To ride my bike
For a ramble on roads;
Cheerful majestic,
Breeze blowing my hair;
Under the light of
Sparkling stars;
That Eye Contact
A Moment… she raised Her
eyes met mine
Sunken in ease
Spoke millions of lines
Feminism’s Inner Voice
Can’t I fetch,
The cage of my dreams;
To hide it in secrecy,
Far from stubborn reach;
My Full Time Companion
Deep inside I have a connection with universal phase,
There is a power which exists;
Around me as an aura whenever I pray,
Unknown Speakers of Society
Why do they always suspect me?
Why can’t they ever be wrong?
Why do they keep bullying others?
Why can’t they be engaged on their own?
Sense of Comparison
I’m compared;
Letting down is really,
Not my mood;
Someone’s zone can’t be,
Frame for me to fit;
Paradox Of Choices
When someone is closest to you,
Must be very far from you;
When someone is far from you,
Might be there only for you;
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;
Me My Books in Nights
No matter if it’s 12:00 by night,
No matter if I am lonely figure;
Every flip of their pages,
Makes me fresh and curious…
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;
That one Satisfying Bite
That first byte for her was the satisfactory ultimate pleasure as she missed her mother’s love, care and motivational moves.
Cafeteria: Passionate Success
Her mother was proud of her as she proved herself as her father’s shadow.