The moon is watching the old house at the distance… the mother puts off lamp oil … and in her open arms embraces her daughter, while the moon’s light overwhelms the room…
I sing to her in suppressed whisper,Encouraged by her speechless adulation,My pleasure cup is full to the brim,No more sadness, no more gloom.
Love is the most beautiful feeling but its not always possible that we love someone and got the same in reward. Sometime its one sided
O Dear ! Born to my mother, my sibling, my dearest brother, your sister awaits you dearly here, with a ‘Tika’ of goodwill on your forehead to smear.
Veer and I had been best friends since our diaper days; while my daddy took me to the Masjid, his daddy took him to the temple. That was where the difference stopped between us.
When someone dear to you is about to die, you remember your moments with him. I experienced it sitting next to my husband in his deathbed
In this Hindi poem the poetess blesses her daughter on Daughter’s day and assume Her as a moon which makes Her life Cool.
As I was sailing through the silent night the romantic numbers of the 80s and 90s made me smile and blush as I portrayed her as the actress and myself as the hero of the song