Sunday, 7 August 2016

Love is ...

Love is pain;
without sacrifice;
you don't gain

Love is pure
like the glacier;
turns impure
through passage of years;
like the city river

Love is sin
you regret;
when you fall deep

Love is thirst
you can't satisfy;
with togetherness
or loyalty

Love is sweet poison
eating slowly;
your self worth
and pride

Monday, 1 August 2016

I write

I write stories
creating characters,
building places and scenarios,
inventing situations,
like Lord Almighty does,
though I am not God,
only his disciple,
entertaining my readers

I write dreams
from the nights,
where I enact scenes,
of protagonist/ antagonists
with background sounds
of my husband's snores

I write poems,
non-rhyming odes,
about life, love and passion
with embedded morals
and ironies of real world

Writing is air
to my dead soul;
Writing is warmth
to my cold soul;
Writing is
what I know the best

I write
to keep me happy;
I write
to make my readers happy;
I write
to drive my creative passion


Farmer’s pride

The farmer stares, At open skies, Hopelessly searching, For fluffy thick clouds. To his dismay, The sky is blue, The sun is out, Shining sha...