Whenever I am sad, I always look at your picture.I imagined every single moment of my life that I am with you; that I am always beside you.
I hugged my boy tight…and he held me like never wanting to let go..he listened to my heartbeats like a lullaby and i felt the warmth of his breath on my palms.
Sharmila has seen it all. A Ruthless step-mother,a disabled father, a failed marriage and a crazy lover at just the age of 18. What happens next ?
There was no mother’s hand to hold my head in her lap…nor the moon was helping me…Like a wanderer who had lost his road…
Moss-green Christmas trees ,curly mistletoe, felt hats, rustle of American Georgette, freshly brewed coffee, vibrant hues of Christmas candies…..we gaped at all of those in star-struck wonder.
Hanuman is supposed to stay with people who believe in God. Ashwathaama is considered to be stay with the people whose mind is filled with ego and jealous
This Hindi poem highlights the sacrifice of a Lover in which He tried to patch up between Her nad her husband and made her agreed to returned back to her married Life.
I have described here, my recent visit to Vaishno devi in poetic form. The sense of ‘Bhakti’ and ‘Aastha’ which I have observed in the devotees of ‘Ma’ is superb and overwhelming.