पिछली बारिशों में टूट के बह गया। अब तुम्हारी तरफ कोई रास्ता नहीं जाता। मैं भी मुड़ रही हूँ पहाड़ की ओर। सूर्य उदय हुआ है। वसन्त का आगमन हुआ है। दुनिया फिर से सुंदर लगने लगी है।
Negative people and thoughts get swept into the dustbin To be taken away every morning to the far flung garbage dumps The dustbin in my house waits restlessly to be cleaned next morning The dustbin too hates negativity if and when it creeps into my life..
The power I have to create or destroy, to make or break, to bless or curse, to help or harrass, to hold or throw using my hands. The choice is what is held between two hands and either ways it is power.
The flower you had brought for me lies in that tiny wooden box The petals dried, the color faded and the fragrance gone forever The flower is as dead as the love that you and I once shared Why must we treasure a graveyard of flowers or love?
The power I have to create or destroy, to make or break, to bless or curse, to help or harrass, to hold or throw using my hands. The choice is what is held between two hands and either ways it is power.