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

The Goodbyes

Goodbyes hurts
when farewell occurs,
when it is time to leave,
memories of present

Goodbyes hurts
when loved ones desserts,
when it is time to move on,
leaving your impressions

Goodbyes hurts
when your dearest pet breathes last,
when their pain cuts,
every inch of your soul

Goodbyes hurts
when your memories fades,
when it is time to exit,
the world and relationships 

Adopt them, don't buy them

Adopt them, don't buy

Love them, don't hate them,

Free them, don't confine them

Cuddle them, don't kill them

They are bundle of joy from the same God who gifts us tiny 'us' called kids. Then why punish them for loving us.

Cherish them, not throw them

मेरी प्यारी बेटी

मेरी प्यारी बेटी;
अनोखी और निराली;
वो  दुनिया के लिए बोझ
लेकिन मेरी लिए शक्ति;

मेरी प्यारी बेटी
बड़ी शैतान और खिलाडी;
पर उससे भी बड़ी मनीषी;

मेरी प्यारी बेटी;
प्रकाशित करती
अंधकार मिटाती;
जहाँ वो जाती