Pain A part and parcel of life Arrives at your doorstep Sometimes knowingly Sometimes unknowingly. No one can stay away from unpacking it What's inside, nobody likes it. But that's what it is.
With time you learn to handle it The best version of you is revealed As you become wise and bold Withstanding the ugliness That accompanies your healing. You stand tall without tears Moving on with a story To inspire.
You come with the beautiful song sung by the cuckoo Sowing the seeds of happiness and merriment in our hearts As we wait anxiously for Bihu the essence of our soil The voice of the red river and the blue hills. We await to welcome the New Year with pomp and gaiety!
A gentle breeze caressed her cheeks As if to whisper a secret While she sat there looking up at the twirling orange leaves Falling onto the ground before smiling at her.
She looked pretty with a heart so pure Still wondering what went wrong Yet with love embedded deep within She knew that was a phase now gone.
A lone soul on a forgotten bench A spot where once dreams were woven Yet amidst nature she finds herself The last swirling leaves giving rays of hope of a life anew.
on a strong base Of truth and honesty. A base that has got the guts to stand up for one's rights be it being alone. A base that cannot break on the views and opinions of others but becomes stronger with time with the wisdom gathered all along.
Winter has gripped me Like there is no space For the brightness of the summer. I sit recalling the days spent with you Your smiling face asking me to wear One of those you knitted with so much love. Your warmth in every fold The softness like your beautiful hands holding mine Assuring that everything will be alright Makes me nostalgic.... Mom, you are my forever shining star Up above you are amongst the angels Showering the warmth I always need. This sweater makes me happy now I feel your arms around me Protecting me today and forever The warmth knitted deeply In the crevices of my soul....
when you don't take the stress but go with the flow It becomes much better when you have no expectations Or you don't keep any grudges Otherwise that's a baggage You will be carrying all your life. It becomes better when You start forgiving but not forget.
with those tempting manly hands of a knight. And a body a woman craves for. Your ability to see me right through Makes my naked soul surrender to you Whispering my kinky desires. My lips falling madly in love Welcoming you to explore The heaven hidden.