From that moment, classical music and practicing for Indian Idol became life-breath to Kokila. Entertainment for her was spending a few hours a week on the beach or in a park with a couple of like-minded friends.
While compromising on issues, the principles are lost, While understanding the logic of life, living is lost, While compromising with life, your ‘self’ is lost, In the ‘after-you’ formalities, the train is lost
A woman’s handkerchief! It’s rather old, crumpled, and faded. What is this? A faded maroon smear? It is definitely the lipstick imprint of a woman’s lips!
When life’s conundrum, I can’t pry When I cannot live, much as I try, When unto my karma, I say fie, Sweetheart, I remember you.
When I grope in darkness not finding my life, Knowing I must trudge along on unknown path. I miss you, my darling, beside me. .Just your pictures hang on lifeless walls and your memories in a shattered heart.
The ground is still wet and sore, From yesterday’s blood and gore. Still the morning air with cries is rent, Of men, women and children innocent.
Collection of Hindi emotional poems from a husband to wife. I have spent my life, Some in the shelter of her tresses, Some in the sorrow of her separation.
Let us be there for each other until the last breath, in happiness and sorrow, in prosperity and adversity, in vicissitudes of life.I feel life would be more meaningful for the two of us. We can share our experiences, enrich each other’s life.
Experiences of life, some sweet, some bitter. A man in love with the proud eyes of his beloved, who passed away leaving him devastated.
The unseen walls of his mind were pulsating with the sensation. He was slowly going insane. Desperately trying to pull out his hair, Dhiraj collapsed on the dusty floor writhing and convulsing under the effects of the drugs he imbibed.