I gasped as I watched the mermaid cry out; her singing so heart wrenching and horrifyingly sad you could cry as tears ran down her face. I watched as she sat on a rock and held the man
I am a man in solitary confinement and you are the flint and tinder to my imagination. Your physical attributes are ones for admiration, your eyes, your lips, your complexion
A romantic meeting with her when everyone else in her family went to a marriage leaving both of us alone. Read romantic love story in Hindi.
The dawn is gleeful,With the shadow of my beloved.It cheers,With the tone of her voice.The sun welcomes the morn,With the painting of my beloved
The moon watched these solitary stars with interest. It spent its waking hours conversing with them of the inconsistencies and transient qualities
I am a Slender Loris – comatose by nature, as are those of us, of the Loris family. I was born one placid morn, in the deep forest of the Western Ghats
Hindi poems on Nights. First poem is about missing lover in moon light, second is about loneliness in night and third is courage of light in dark nights.
You left us with memories, Those we never urged to do, You marked our footprints,
To guide ourselves through mistakes,You drew a mirror on past..
One night stars went near the moon and said,”Can you tell who shines brighter ?” Moon said proudly,”It’s obviously me”.Stars started smiling and said..
The terrace was lit in moonlight. Standing on the terrace, Shweta was gazing at the moon. Eventually eight years have passed to that conversation.