Each soul has their personal account. In the gates of heaven decisions are made
Author: Sikiladi
My Mom’s A Superhero
Loved this one so sharing it with you all. Stirs the strings of many a hearts.
I never realised
She loved me selflessly
So blind of me to ignore
When she loved me endlessly
She never ever got tired
Did all her work on time
Helped me when I needed
When I couldn’t find a rhyme
She never had a wrestling match
Still I know that she was strong
She was wise but never showed it
Knew what’s right and wrong
She knew where everything’s kept
She had the sharpest memory
She had but just a simple heart
But never an injury
Now the heaven’s shining
While Earth has lost its glow
How did I fail to realise
My mom’s a superhero!
The Language of Love
What is Love? Is it the attraction between opposite genders or is it something else? Love is something that may be expressed yet it has no language that can word it sufficiently. What then is the language of Love?
Save the paper!
Save your world and save yourself. Save the trees and save the world. Save the paper and save the trees. Adapt the cycle of recycle.
Two liner – 2
Baat niharey panchhi albela, bhor gayi aayee saanjh ki vela, Tanhai main udan raas na aaye, preetam sang lagta hai mela Sikiladi
Two Liner – 1
Peeli Sarson si umang, tiss par saja lal rang Bhari do-pahar main yoon khadre, dil main jagate tarang sikiladi
आवारा पन्ने
शायद वह नब्ज़ दर्द देने वाली किसी ग़ैर की पकड़ में आ गई होगी ज़िक्र छेड़कर मेरे इतिहास के पन्नों का उसे कुछ मज़ा शायद आया होगा
किसका हक़
सदियों से सताया तुमने किसने दिया है यह हक़
औकात याद दिला दी
अच्छा किया जो तुम ने औक़ात याद दिला दी मुझ को जानती थी जिस घर को अपना उसी की बन्दी बन कर रह गई
He casts spells
The romantic charm of the full moon inspires many thoughts and moods.
