To,
A person with a beautiful heart
Forthright without mincing words
Hiding a soft caring demeanour
within
Equally sharp intellect & mind
Intimidating in a single glance
Tight lipped forbearing silences
Slowly but surely you carved a
Special place in my heart
You started off as a neighbour
A colleague, slowly became
a cherished friend, a sister to me
Thankyou for including me
In your world
Happiest Birthday dear
God Bless you...
Lots of love...

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Recognition flickered in their old eyes
Their vision may be hazy with age
The image of each other still crystal clear
He awed by her graceful demeanour
She blushing at admiration in his eyes
Her eyes shyly looking at him
The sweetness in her eyes
A faint blush rising up his cheeks
Years passed but the flame didn't extinguish
Years passed but the flame burns
slow but steady warmth filling their hearts
He shyly touches her hand & she blushes again
Their words silent but eyes speak volumes
Bcoz love is not always vocal
It's sometimes silently felt...

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A phoenix was once mistaken for a Canary
Bound & caged treated like a trophy
Considered too fragile & too delicate
Burnt down by creating painful circumstance
Engulfed by flames forgotten in ruins
The phoenix rose again from ashes
Raw undiplomatic & unapologetically honest
These traits define her perfectly
Akin to a fine sketching in graphite
Woven in the complex fabric of life
Decorative tapestry she is certainly not
She doesn't wait to gets rescued
Rather she wields her own sword
Confronting & battling unknown unseen
She won't kneel before your riches or power
She would certainly kneel before a kind loving heart
Always a lone warrior fighting uncertainty
sworn to silence since her inception
Generation after generation the saga continues
She is always a phoenix mistaken for a Canary...

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They say Nam Myo Ho Renge Kyo is like the roar of a lion...
Chanting Diamoku is like a healing balm...

































It carries you through every illness

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...jealousy
When you don't even know
Don't even realise
You simply feel uncomfortable
You simply feel irritated
On his or her proximity to someone
You don't even realise
Why are you thinking about someone
Why is it affecting you badly
They say jealousy is the first sign of love
Yes it is indeed love
in its rawest form..

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This story is very old
More than a century ago
Back then veils were compulsory
This was how I saw her
Just one look spoke her secrets to me
& Admired her rebellious streak
against the prevelent fashion
She dressed for comfort not for fashion
Still looked far much elegant
Then the rest of them
She was different indeeed
Ladies & gentleman all gossiped
How scandalous everything about her was
Still she paid no attention
Insted she devoted her time
Buring her head in medical books of our time
She fought for the unnamed pains women endured
Permanent damage to loosing unborn children
All in the name of fashion & perception
False standards of beauty imprisoning women
But her brave soul broke free
She was the freshest flower in them
All her life she fought against CORSET's
& Then one day she was proved right altogether
CORSETS became a choice rather than compulsion
Finally... women could breathe freely...

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Shedding the protective cloak of innocence & wide eyed enthusiasm called immaturity
Re programming & unlearning puerile behaviour of uncensored laughter, smiles , tears & emotions
Welcoming adulthood with seriousness, responsibilities & maturity...

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A letter with no stamp
Just arrived at my doorstep
With a mixture of excitement & apprehension
I picked it up with trembling hands
With no name or return address
The letter was completely mysterious
Well in my defence I was highly curious
Opening the letter I closed my eyes
Said a silent prayer to the Gods I pray
Lo ! My apprehension turned to dismay
The letter was of admiration and appreciation
Each word a pearl of happiness & elation
It seems like supreme & divine validation
This was a moment every poet/ writer awaits
For someone was inspired by some of my writings
Started thinking in a positive direction
Turned their life towards a successful progression
A letter with no stamp
Thus became my prized possession

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Lately....can't think anything but pain
Still recovering from ghostly surgery pains
Sometimes I still feel the needles wires & tubes
They feel almost real still inside of me
Still running through my blood vessels
Sometimes nightmares haunt me
Doctors leaving me forgotten in cath lab
Sometimes leaving my chest cut open in OT
& Forgetting I even exist waiting to be operated upon
Nothing much...just a side effect...
Side effects of having angiographies angioplasties & valve replacement
surgery back to back ..four surgeries in 15 days
Now the entire hospital staff knows me & vice versa
Perks of being in hospital for too long
Lately there is no edge in my writing
Becoming too slurry & whimsical
Lately the pain wins by a wider margin
Plus the fear after being on blood thinners
Every cut & injury spills but doesn't stop
Just some thoughts I wrote here to get them off my chest ...

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एक छोटी सी बात से शुरू हुई बात
बातें मुलाकातों में बदली
और मुलाकातें बदली रिश्ते में
रिश्ता बना जिंदगी भर का बंधन
सुख दुख , धूप छांव में साथ का
और बन गई दो दिलों की दास्तान

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