At that time I felt that teenage love was not true and it was only a part of an infatuation that would go away with time. The event that followed afterwards proved that I was not altogether wrong.
Silence
Silence, do you hear me crying,Exactly, because I cry silently, Bald up in a corner quietly, Looking up asking go why me, Can’t you see?
On a date with her I
The night’s silence enveloped her. She snuggled in to its warmth. Every thing was still and quiet. She was with her self. Calm. Connected. On a date with her I. Me talking to me.
Anniversary
Today was their first anniversary. Hari was driving back to home from office. He had promised Divya to take her out for dinner. His thoughts were circling around the kind of scene that he could expect at home with his wife.
My Pain
This Hindi poem describes the scene of foreplay in which both the lovers tried to intimate but due to some odd circumstances they had to leave in between.
Sirf Tera “Wajood”
In this Hindi poem the poet is saying that she is so sensitive in nature that only existence of her lover in the thoughts made her crying. Though the lover is not physically present at that time
Red Sky
I was focusing my tired eye at towards the grave plainness of the place when I heard the shrillest cry ever.It was the girl’s and I followed her voice.
IF ONLY..
From Fathers home-I came encased in silk and décor,And with me came all that you commanded,And more..,Hoarded together and brought
SEVEN AGES- BIRTH
Finally I was out in this new world and my mother took the breath of relief. I felt so bad when I realized that I was the reason of her pain.
How much more !
The unresolved quotient of my identity is the cause of my conflict, Your being a part of me adds to the plight, In the business of my love why this pain do pry…
