Life starts so late, by then am half way,Am I to move forward with what I have.Expected to live this way and sail the wave,Cleanse the heart,
Each soul became particle of god.Each God helped the soul with imagination. And there created a garden. Which had eternal song,
I will wait for the festival of lights, Light up and brighten our days and nights, In this journey let there be no twilight, We shall only alight in the land of green and bright.
Why can’t you look into my eyes? The same eyes you admired then, The same which mesmerized & fun,
Now filled with deep sorrow and pain.
Poem About father, who opened our eyes for many in this world. But still suffered the pain just to keep us happy and smiling.
There’s discussion about the butterfly and the girl. The way men perceive and how perceptions of men can change the whole world.
Collection of poems about my daughter, who gave me so much as a kid. About the worlds she created and the nostalgic experience which I cannot re-visit.
It started taking the real shape of a peacock and it started moving slowly. It jumped out of the canvass and slowly spread its wings and started dancing.