O! the figments of woven dreams,where is thy home, who weaves the intricate motifs of emotions and feelings, O! fanciful dreams,where doth you take the mind, that palace in the heaven above, it isn’t home of mine? O! vagaries of thought, where rusheth you to the end, the terrain is rough and steep is… Read More SONG OF CHIMERA
From the gravels of the earth to the surface of the mantle, Screams and demands every particle of dust, Enough is enough! Stop the turmoil and killings That spreads throughout the air of pollution, Hovering over the intoxicated breath Of men,women and children, crushing the delicate shrubs of innocence What is this mayhem for! Halt… Read More Rise , Rise & Rise!
Lie down , on the soft green grass. The silken carpet is spread for you for you to rest on the cosy emerald with ease and comfort … The gardener tonight watered the weeds Lo! It transformed into a satin sheet.., How much he cares , Do you realize… He snipped off the rough edges… Read More THE GARDENER
It’s a dream , A simple wish Neither jewels fancy me Nor the glitter of being rich… As a tiny colourful bird, I want to wing my feathers Spreading in the open air To hover over the colourless ocean… Clipped , chained, I lay in tethers In the dark abyss The dust of nostalgia… Read More “To Rise”- A Verse for Women’s day
Beneath the grey shawl I still shiver and tremble, It shrouds my figure Yet is devoid of the warm ensemble. Sparingly I look up Or try to search The tattered shawl needs a mend Few stitches shall repair the imperfect shred. With a needle of courage A thread of hope I hide the… Read More The Grey Shawl!
within the closed eyelids lives a dream,tiny,small and glittering whose shimmer shines like thousand stars amidst the deep forest or even in dark…. like a perfumed rose, as a satin feel the bud of dream ,lives to dream as cluster of pearls precious it gathers moments transitory. like an evanescence of fragrant oils… Read More DREAM
I burnt the effigy of the old customs Is it a sin, amidst the snowy chilled world Iam standing, Grant me thy courage to withstand And forbear the ransom That which strangles my existence…. I , born to be thus, A silent crusader, A life long fighter, What shall then stop my battle… behold,… Read More From the pen of a woman!