Ocean of Love

About the picture : A cross-stitch (dosuti design) of parrots made by my mom about 38 years ago.

Love. They say, it is the most powerful force in the entire universe. I don’t know if it is the love that we need or the right person who can make us realize how feeling loved really feels.


Bring Me Back Down to Earth – A Poem

With a glimmer of hope, here I stand
But I cannot fathom out.
Is it beyond the realms of possibility?
With a glimmer of hope, here I stand
Will things go as I planned?
Will time get better? I doubt.
Do I have the ability?
With a glimmer of hope!


Dreams amid a Raw Deal – A Poem

They had a will to know,
what was my aim, in which sector.
Without even thinking for a while,
I heard myself murmuring ‘A doctor’.

I didn’t know why ‘A doctor’,
when they desired to know.
For I was just a kid,
figuring out how to glow.

As I slowly started to grow,
my aim was still the same.
Since I had a will to go,
where I could have a fame.


Line of Thought

As I mourn the loss of my own self, my heart cries. You feel me? Or am I the only one being so numb? So numb that I can’t even feel myself nor you. I have been hearing a lot about self love, self respect, self assurance, and what not? Do you hear them too? Can you tell me if they even exist or not? I even heard people calling them as our lifetime friends. But true friends never leave, right? May be they are sitting somewhere in the corner with a glimmer of hope that one day I will be able to recognize their value, welcome them, and never let them go again. If so, I hope not to let you down, my friends, as they say. But will you forgive me for being so late to welcome you in my life? I hope you are not in the fear of losing your entity. Tell me, you won’t leave me once I warmly welcome you in my life. Tell me, you will be my best friend for the rest of my life. Tell me, you have faith in me that I will always make you my first priority. Tell me everything I wanna hear from you. Will you?


The Moon or Star?

They say we should be the moon in someone’s life, but I don’t want you to be the moon. Moon keeps changing it’s shape, but I don’t want you to change. Why don’t you rather be a star?