Santa's Gift

The sun has risen
from it's deep slumber
while the calmness of the moon
gives light to the sweet child's hope

The child wakes up
with excitement and joy
and bit of curiosity
of fruits of being
good for the year

"What will it be?"
the child wonders
and ponders
on the various forms
of gifts from Santa.


He runs towards
the Christmas Tree
like a bee
excited at the sight
 of the blossomed Apple tree

The gifts are wrapped
in bright colours
of love and care.
The small attractive
red box draws him
into a inquisitive trap

He tears the cover
to relax his queer heart
which beats thousand times.
Atlast Santa's secret gift
is unraveled and disclosed.

He smiles victoriously
at his precious little gift-
A simple magic key
that will bring back
his father lost
in the airliner
went missing in faraway land

The sweet murder

I dress in Bloody Red

while the song of dead past

play behind my ears.

I nudge them away
as I look at bright future
smiling at me
in his black tuxedo

Oh! My snow white prince
has stolen my heart
with his first gaze

The night is young
and the love has begun
to wrap us into a relationship
of infinite number of years

As the moments fly by,
the tensions diminish
between us
while we stare at the stars
shining in the sky.

He picks me up
and sways me around
as if I am his child.
He whispers soft words
that sends shivers
to my nerves-
YOUR SOUL IS MINE

He pushed me
out of ship
into the ice cold sea.
I watched my body
floating on the waves
of the deep blue sea

The deep blue sea

The deep blue sea
resembles the sparkling eyes
of the sky so high
where the clouds
momentarily hide the evening sun.

I sit with words
dancing in my mind,
while I enjoy the beauty
of calm water flowing
below this huge ship

The sounds of the waves
is like the music to my ears.
They sing to me
the songs of coming journey.

My hair sways
to the rhythm of the wind.
The cool breeze
relaxes my tired soul
while I seek peace

How can a ship so high
carry a world
filled with stories of 
past, present and future
playing inside?



The ship sails
with the memories
that were bound to happen ,
sweet and sour moments
that will happen,
helping those to repair
what once was lost.

Is it wrong?

Is it wrong
to be a woman
who dreams to make
mark on the world?

Is it wrong
to be a woman
who wants to be
free from the life
she has been confined?

Is it wrong
to be a woman
who wants to fly
above the sky
and not look down?


Is it wrong
to be a woman
who wants to
lead a life alone
without company of man?

Is it wrong
to be a woman
who wants to dress
not to please
the society
but for herself?

Is it wrong
to be a woman
of substance
and fight
for her rights?

So ladies,
Don't fret
Don't lose hope
Stand up!
Fight for what is yours!

Expiry Date

Birds chirp sweet
sounds of nature
Trees sway to
the tiny movements of wind

The clouds irrespective
white or grey colour
skate around the sky
as the earth revolves
around the sun


The blue sky
so calm and peaceful
inspires everyone
to never lose hope
within one self
when things go haywire


The flowers,
 pretty and colourful
are delight to bees
during their blossom years
Alas! They lose
their worth once
the winter sun rises

The  sun is at
it's prime glory
only till the moon
replaces it's light
with it's cool presence

Everything comes with expiry,
so does happiness
and all good things of life.
It is a cycle
that never ends
Every sad story
ends with happy ending

Childrens of War

Children of War,

innocent and unaware

of beautiful life

outside their world

Their eyes filled 

with solemn memories

and dreams of 

peaceful life

They are surrounded

by the noise 

of grenades of the evil

and human carcasses

due to the war

Th nightmares visit

them every night

with the same events

of horrifying day

replaying in their minds

The pain of losing

someone dear to them

is worse than

the pain of losing

a limb or leg

They only desire

for beautiful sunshine

and playground

where they could play
like any normal child

The Sweet Love

The crescent moon
shined like white pearl
in the dark violet sky
The wind danced
to the music of
sweet love

I slept like a child
on your laps,
dreaming carelessly
about future so bright

You sang lullaby whole night
with all your heart
though you made lyrics
on your own

It was late
but we didn't care
What mattered to us
was the sweet love
that bounded us
together into one

I moaned softly
while you brushed my hair
You kissed my cheeks
while I blushed.

Now I sit alone
with memories of us
sharing sweet love
at our first night
of togetherness

Rays of sun

Rays of sun,
bright and golden
trying to hide its glory
behind the grey clouds

It peeps out momentarily
like the shy girl blushing
at every glimpse of her man

Hope and miracles
are like rays of the sun
in the winter sky.
They come and go
like the four seasons


The sweet love,
the deep feelings,
the warm cuddles;
and desire of being loved
is need of the hour

The rain drops
from the heaven above
as the blessings
for bright future

As the rain stops,
the rainbow arises
out of the clouds
with the seven colours
of joy and prosperity

The promise

Her lips were red

like petals of the rose

Her eyes were innocent blue

that had not witnessed 

big bad world.

She wore red dress

with dancing white polka dots

It was first gift

from love of her life

She waited for him

at the place 

where he left her

with a promise 

to come back soon

Three years passed

like three hours 

and there was no sign

of him coming back

Her feet ached

due to unforgiving 

six inch heel 

and the long wait

While everybody lost hope

she didn't give up 

A ray of light

shined within her 

that he would come

and sweep her 

by his magical charm

As clock struck twelve,

it was time to leave

She returned back home

with unbroken hope

that he will come tomorrow 

The second chance

I was cold

with my heart broken

by many wrong men

who I believed

to be my shiny armour prince

Ah! My foolish heart

fell too quickly

due to tricks and lies

I learnt from fantasy land

I knew the pain

was coming

but I didn’t care

I fell deep and hard

like Alice in the wonderland

The nights were horrible

with pain filled dreams

about past I screwed

I had lost hope

and love to me

was fictional

I was lost

in woods of despair

when he came out of nowhere

saving me from my demons

He instilled in me

a belief in love

and showed me

what it is to being loved

He loved me deeply,

breaking the wall

I had built

He showered me

care and affection

that I had missed so long

Love is a treasure

that cannot be found

It happens

just like that

What Diwali means to you and what it means to your parents ?

What does Diwali means to us? Well,that's a pretty interesting question to answer. As kids ( for my sister and me), Diwali was about bursting crackers of various kinds. During teens, Diwali for us, was desire to meet cousins as we stayed far away from them ( We were staying in Dubai while cousins and relatives were in Bangalore)

But now Diwali means much more to us. While mum would be busy preparing sweets with help of aunty (her sister), Diwali for her would be sharing the pain and fun in preparing sweets with aunty. For my sister, it means wearing new clothes and looking her best. For my Dad, Diwali means meeting old friends and spending time (the time that he had lost during previous Diwalis) with family. For me, Diwali is not just a festival but celebrating happiness.

In whole It is beginning of new chapter to us ( family and me). It is sharing of love and joy with friends and family. It is forgiving people and giving them a chance to redeem themselves . It is about forgetting the past and moving forward towards the bright future. It is lighting the diya of hope within our hearts and discarding the fear within us.

For us, Diwali is not just a occasion to celebrate Lord Rama’s return from exile. It is not just a festival for us where the good wins against the evil. It is spreading happiness into our lives. It is a day where we forget our miseries for sometime. It is a day when everyone comes together ( forgetting the cold wars) to share special moments. It is a day where elders bless while young ones seek for love and affection. It is pious occasion that brings in togetherness, happiness and positivity in everybody’s lives. It is a day where you burn the evil inside our soul.

I would like to share a small poem which will summarize what Diwali means to us.

While lights of diya wait

to gleam like shining star.

While the kids wait eagerly

to bursts crackers of joy .

Diwali has begun for us

when new hope for beginning

has lit within us.

While sweets of love

is being shared amongst everyone.

While people wear new clothes

as a symbol of new beginning

Diwali for us,

is symbol of breaking free

from our inner demons

While friends come home

with gifts of love

While family sit down

to celebrate the pious occasion

Diwali for us

is not just a festival

It is an occasion

to celebrate happiness

While for everyone

Diwali is just occassion

for coming together

Diwali for us

is celebration

of everything positive

On this special occasion, I wish everyone Happy Diwali :)

A Love Poem

My heart beats his name 

a thousand time

My mind  draws imaginations

of fantasies of every little girl.

My face glows

when I take his name

My body trembles

with his every touch 

Love didn't seem special

until he came into my life

Time never felt so long

while our day of  union

is few nights away

The sweet kisses,

the passionate love,

the tight bear hugs,

and the sparks 

glorify our romance

The day when we commit

to safeguard each other's heart,

We will look into (each other's)eyes

at the dreams of our future

At that special day

I make a promise

to protect his heart

with love and care

I promise to love him

with all heart and mind

I also promise him

to be truly his 

Colourful Week

Mondays are blue

while the mind rises

to challenges of the week

but the body is lazy

and longs for deep sleep

Tuesdays are green

as the soul slowly wakes up

from dreams of colourful fantasy

while mind counts the

number of days in week

Wednesdays are yellow

with only two more days to go

for the weekend to start

The body, mind and soul

are back on track

Thursdays are orange

like the sun during the dawn

and evenings of any other day

This is a day that

everyone is getting ready

for what nexts during the weekend

Fridays are red

like the colour of love

Your body and mind

gives up for only reason

that it is end of week

and time to play

Saturdays are purple

with soul and body

playing to tunes of

doing what you like

It’s only play and party

Sundays are grey

with head throbbing

due to pain and hangover

from last day’s party

and no mood to

welcome the week

Waiting

The rain drops of the heaven

hit the ground 

fulfilling the desires 

of once dead flora

It's the same feeling

I have while I wait

here for my love

He's tiny droplet

of pure joy

that could quench

 my thirst for love

My heart aches

while my eyes search

for a tiny glimpse

of his beautiful face

which resembles the moon

shining in the dark sky

This period of waiting

is torturous 

though it is a test

of my patience,

love and emotions

I won't break

I will wait

like these colourful flowers

that had waited so long,

facing the harsh summers

Survivor

Survivors

I was halfway 

towards the journey

to the top

where my destiny awaits

with the garland of victory

But the hurdles of devil

plotted evil schemes

to pull me down

and break my pride

with it's weapon called fear

I looked up 

where my dream lies

I looked down 

where my past cries 

I had climbed 

the unconquerable mountain.

However it's snow covered crown 

was only the challenge

There is a time

when burden of insecurity 

outweighs your ability,

weakening your focus

diluting your efforts 

making you fall

from feet so high

That time arrived

with the bang 

at the doorstep

of my journey,

dwindling everything 

I had in stake

My focus was at it's worse.

Alas! I made a mistake !

I put wrong foot

at the wrong place

And I fell from thousand feet

I lay on the ground 

where I had started

with zeal of bird

making it's first flight

My pride was broken

and my confidence wounded

My limbs were tired

while my strength left

me to my circumstances

The vultures of failures 

circled around me,

planning the death

of my identity

As I was about to give up,

a thought struck me,

Why not set to climb again?

My conscious mocked,

my opponents laughed 

but I didn't give up

and climbed 

treacherous journey 

to the top

My focus had doubled,

my efforts tripled

while I didn't give

way to my distractions

I never looked down

and climbed forward 

to glory at the top

At last I reached the top,

where my destiny waited

with garland of victory

I claimed the crown

as the survivor of my fall