This New Year

This New Year,
we will welcome
hope and positive,
kindness and gratitude,
love and faith,
sweet and happy
memories, thoughts and people

This New Year,
we bid farewell
to despair and sadness,
to rude and impoliteness,
to anger and laziness,
to depression and unworthiness

This New Year,
we will learn
new lessons,
unlearn old mistakes,
change some habits,
and keep some goodness


This New Year,
some will be mothers,
some will be lovers,
some will be wives,
some will become new lives


This New Year,
it will be better
than the last,
it will be awesome
than the previous,
it will be amazing
as ever

A writer without reader

Letters forms words,
Words make sentences,
Sentences become paragraphs,
Paragraphs turn into stories,
Without readers,
stories remains hidden,
and don’t turn into sagas , tales and inspiration

Have you imagined
singers without listeners,
artists without viewers,
dancers without audience?
Same is the case
of writer without reader.

Myths remain secrets,
Truth remain lie,
Dreams remain hidden,
without no one to read

A writer remains complete
not only with pen in hand,
not only with words on paper,
but with readers.

The Dying World

Thin breeze blows

across the only green fields,

towards the urban jungle,

sprinkling the seeds,

of negativity everywhere

Love is killed,

families are destroyed,

once thriving cities crumbled down,

by wars of weak heart,

masked by powerful might

Selfish intentions replaced,

the selfless deeds,

Hatred and violence replaced 

the peace and loving souls

Killings and outbreaks 

are common thing,

Love and togetherness 

are the words of false men 

Innocents targeted,

violated and tortured 

in the name of God 

and words of pretentious ‘wise men’

World is dying,

for love,

for  peace,

for joy

My Husky afterall

His blue eyes
sometimes naughty,
sometimes needy.
Love is what he asks for,
Attention what he needs.

His white and grey fur,
smooth and fluffy,
lovely and amazing.
He does zoomies
at the name of park.

He is stubborn
for walks and treats.
He acts naive,
when I find his sinful deeds.

He sings to tunes
of my favorite songs.
He howls to times
when I say no.

He hates bath,
but likes mud and poop bath.
He loves my overly love,
but hates me patting other poodle.

He is husky after all ,
He is my companion,
till the death pull us apart.

I am a mirror

I am a mirror
reflecting actions,
showing reality
of persons and things,
meeting me
for truths hidden

I am a mirror
pure and unpolished,
displaying truth
without any fear,
as lie is something
I avoid

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

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