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