At times when I received No responses back, I took it positively; "At least they listens to me Like the trolls." Nope, I was wrong. I have been talking To the rocks All this time; Who only asks "Why aren't you Talking to me ?" When silence encircled them.....
We saw the Twee moment of Two crescent moon In your eyes. Which were sparking Brighter than stars When another crescent Joins as smile. Moon, who comforted All like Moon With his presence, Met stars now.
She is like a sprouted bean! Who went through everything And gonna germinate happiness In everyone's life - mumbled The bean plants. But who gonna tell them That she wasn't a sprouted bean But a cooked one!!!!!
People think they are splashing water in the hot pan; before pouring the dosa batter, to make the dosa clean and crisp, though in reality, they do splash; splash water in the hot pan filled with boiling oil. Water and words aren't different. Think before splashing them; if you think splashing them in the oil is right ? Then try it on yourself before doing it on someone else.....
Longed to have a Cup of warm tea! Longed to have a Bite when starving! Longed to take a nap After the household chores! If they are hurt, broken her heart For the child alike plants! This or that Everything bothers her! He or she Everyone is important to her! Astray her dreams! Sparse her friends! Profound her hope! Lives for her children..... Happy Mother's Day Mom đź’™.
A mischievous kid opened The puffed rice package Near the window while Rain was pouring out And left it there And ran towards her granny; When granny stared her She knew what she did And rushed towards the window; She told her “If you are mischievous Sky granny will take you with her. Now that kid wished the Sky granny To bring back her granny from the sky And it’ll be mischievous till she arrives……
At the time when puberty approached us And they decorated our hair with dazzling jewels; We couldn't bear the weight of them and longed To be decorated by the beautiful weightless roses. When we received our first rose garlands in our neck We realized that roses were not lite anymore; Neither our life, we bleed like the red rose. Our temper switched time to time like the red roses Which represents love as well as anger. And made us question the men who bring roses; If these roses were accepted will our life wither too, Like the petals of the roses wither one day. But made us accept the one who brings the rose plant, With the belief that their love will bloom too; Like the plant do in the future. The roses who traveled with us throughout our life Will accompany us in our deathbed too.....