A constant companion
silent though!
Dawn or dusk,
It falls and grow!
Grey border framing sepia high
Thousand smiles or tears beneath its sky!
My shadow follows me
Everwhere I go!
In every moment, high or low!

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They knocked her down and broke her into pieces
Stumbled, smashed and gave her creases
Like a little seed from a grain get thrases
But a phoenix knows rising from its ashes
She gathered all her fragments with care
Gave them a shape, round oval or square
And painted them in her own way
With all her strength you would say
In red, magenta, yellow and blue
And some in pink and orange too
The colours from her dreams, beauty, passion and joy.
She is firm now and will not allow anyone to destroy.
She glued the fragments tight as she put them together again,
And converted her broken pieces into a beautiful mosaic pane.

Because those who once broke the glasses on their own,
hung those elegant mosaic panes as art in their home.

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Of all the pain my heart has carried through,
the most enduring was the mistrust from you,
Blamed for many deeds i never do,
the events I was never a part too,
My back touched the walls and limbs numb,
I put all my weapons down and kept mum!
B'coz the only thing that mattered was I Love You!

Of all my silence I have been making over years,
outburst or controlled in anger, in pain or in tears,
My lips which could never open,
And eyes too remain unspoken,
You mistook my silence once again,
I was hurt but still I gave up to explain,
B'coz the only thing that mattered was I love you!

Of all the words, I could'nt say yearning for months,
Anew I try to convey, syllable by syllable all at once,
And see a half-baked dream that someday a beam of light
will shine through the trees,
Your face will glow and the hair will dance
when it touches the cool breeze,
And, we shall get drenched in the rain
and will walk the path together again!

B'coz the only thing that matters is "I Love You!"

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Be the wildflower

which comes from nothing
but grows into something

Strong enough to rise again
even be stumbled upon

Tough enough to endure
the summer evening storm

Brave enough to grow and spread
from the most broken places

Like weeds in a rose garden or
chosen by a child for a dream he chases

Someday kissed by the morning sun
while on another soaked in the rain

And growing in all the cracks,
where none would ever think again

Autumn or winter , weather couldn't stop
none watered or offered it soil, but still it grew

And one day she, who was treated as a weed
will be chosen for making a wish come true!!

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तुम जानती हो की कितनी ख़ास हो तुम!

दिन की सूरज की गर्मी तुमसे,
रात के चाँद की नरमी तुमसे,
तारों जैसी रोशन करती तुम घर आंगन को,
तुम जानती हो कितनी ख़ास हो तुम !

पतझड़ के पेड़ों सी हर बिखरते पत्ते को संभालती तुम,
फिर नए पत्ते के इंतज़ार में वही खड़ी रह जाती तुम,
सावन के उस बहते धारा से शीतल हो तुम,
तुम जानती हो कितनी ख़ास हो तुम!

उस पहाड़ के खड़े चट्टानों सी सख्त और दृढ़ हो तुम,
मुड़ के जो मिले सागर से, उस नदी सी लचीली हो तुम,
बिलकुल माँ के आँचल के कोने के सुकून सी हो तुम,
तुम जानती हो कितनी ख़ास हो तुम!

ऋषि मुनियों की प्रार्थना की मौन जैसी तुम,
समुन्दर के लहरों की शोर जैसी तुम,
उस किले में पुकारे किसी नाम की गूंज हो तुम,
तुम जानती हो कितनी ख़ास हो तुम!

तुम ही तो हो जो सब कुछ संभव कर दे,
सुबह से शाम तक घर के हर कोने में हो तुम,
दिन से रात तक जीवन के हर तानेवाने में हो तुम,
तुम जानती हो कितनी ख़ास हो तुम!

"Women's Day" जैसे महज एक दिन की नहीं मोहताज हो तुम!
तुम जानती हो कितनी ख़ास हो तुम!

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On certain days when you are feeling low,
And your mind hates your own shadow.
Your back is slowly touching the wall,
The world around you seems to stall.
You feel the weight as you're falling down,
and no one comes forward to fix your crown.

And, at that very moment,

Don't try to pick yourself up and run,
its ok to hide a while from the sun.
its ok to feel blank, to drift within,
its ok to step back and not begin.
its ok to take break for mundane,
its ok for a while to hold your vein.

But, when you rise, leave the weight behind,
don't forget that it was just an intermission.
The story is yet to be complete,
and each end is a start, a fresh transition!

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You get a house, made of stones and brick,
add some care, a bit of love and mix a little magic.
And decorate it little by little each day,
to make it cosy and warm for your stay.
Decor, fixtures, curtains and the crocery,
Adding beads to bead, forms the rosary.
You wear the hat and feel like pilot,
paint the walls in pink and violet.
Sow new seeds, care tiny plants your porch looks decked,
the hues of your effort makes each corner picture perfect.
The bright sunlight on the bed linens, the windows and the air,
the coffee maker, the hair dryer, the table and the chair.
they all have one thing common , now they all feel like home.
The place to come back, wherever you go , wherever you roam.
You wonder is it a series of fantasy or a story so true,
Or a perfect dream which was never ever seen by you.
And when you are engrossed totally into it one fine day,
The sky suddenly turns fierce, murky and grey.
Fast asleep while reading your favourite book with the coffee cup,
Abruptly from a half-seen dream, a thunderstorm wakes you up.
A voice from within says when you tremble with fear,
"Its not your home ..you are just a refugee here."

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Like Rain and coffee,
Like coffee and cookies,
Like cookies and love,
Like love and smile,
Smile, that stays in heart forever!

Like Autumn and colours,
Like colours in crayons,
Like crayons and painting,
Like painting of a dream,
Dreams which make you smile forever!

Like Winter and woollens,
Like woollens and mittens,
Like mittens and needles,
Like needles and threads,
Threads! those which are tied up forever!

Like Spring and flowers
Like flowers and its leaves
Like leaves are green
Like green in a rainbow
Rainbow! a childhood dream forever!

Like Summer and bright,
Like bright and Blissful,
Like Blissful as a Mango,
Like Mango and its flavour,
Flavour, the elixir, which stays forever!— % &

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Bougainvillaes

She, who loved roses once,
Is fond of bougainvilleas now,
Unafraid of losing fragnance ever
or pricking thorns,
And not caring about admiration
anymore.

Though fallen all over
throughout the
cobblestoned gateway,
And stumbled by her own people
walking over it.

But still blooming in pink,
or sometimes in red,
or many other colours
Either waned in the ground
or hung from the porch beside.

In the hope that someday,
someone will come and
pick it up and
Put it into that
ornate ceramic vase
on the mosaic centre table.— % &

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You transformed a house into home,
One day you realize you're nothing but just a refugee.

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