The moon is watching the old house at the distance… the mother puts off lamp oil … and in her open arms embraces her daughter, while the moon’s light overwhelms the room…
A Collection
I sing to her in suppressed whisper,Encouraged by her speechless adulation,My pleasure cup is full to the brim,No more sadness, no more gloom.
Gazal…
Love is the most beautiful feeling but its not always possible that we love someone and got the same in reward. Sometime its one sided
The Letter
Tell me, in time like this , Do you think of me?Do you watch the moon as I always do and think of before like we use to do?Do you still remember me my Love? As I always remember You.
A CELEBRATION OF INDIAN WOMANHOOD (Two poems on eternal bond)
O Dear ! Born to my mother, my sibling, my dearest brother, your sister awaits you dearly here, with a ‘Tika’ of goodwill on your forehead to smear.
The histrionic phases of the Moon
Veer and I had been best friends since our diaper days; while my daddy took me to the Masjid, his daddy took him to the temple. That was where the difference stopped between us.
LLC01: Lovingly Your’s
When someone dear to you is about to die, you remember your moments with him. I experienced it sitting next to my husband in his deathbed
Happy Daughter’s Day
In this Hindi poem the poetess blesses her daughter on Daughter’s day and assume Her as a moon which makes Her life Cool.
I’ll never fall in LOVE again
I left the class. He followed me till the cafeteria. We argued endlessly. And what else people started staring. I left. It was actually fun irritating him. And I could irritate him more. And I had an idea!
Sailing Through The Night
As I was sailing through the silent night the romantic numbers of the 80s and 90s made me smile and blush as I portrayed her as the actress and myself as the hero of the song
