Welcome 2015

The year has passed by

bringing memories of life

so wonderful as well as nice

Let the past die,

Let the future arrive

as we sing songs of farewell 

when the clock strikes midnight

No one has ever celebrated

with fun and excitement

during someone's departure

simultaneously with someone's arrival

The new year has arrived

with new hopes and secrets

to be unraveled and disclosed

as well as stories

to be unfolded

while new relationships are kindled.

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