A visit to the Holy City of Vrindavan opened up a new chapter to the book of life. Besides being a city of temples it is also a city of Widows. This poem is the poet's reflection of her visit at Maitri Ghar Widhwa Ashram.
Some reflections, some after thoughts as the recovery phase started post the terror attack on 15th January 2019 at #14, Riverside Drive in Nairobi.
Barely two weeks into the fresh new year when Nairobi witnessed the ugly scene of terror once again. This poem is a partial account of the unfolding of scenes as understood by the poet.
It's brought new hope It's brought gleeful cheer It's time to drop old gear And welcome the New Year It's brought resolutions It's brought commitments It's time to move forward In this brand New Year It's brought family love It's brought friendly joy It's time for celebration And wish a Happy New Year It's brought … Continue reading Happy New Year
अपनी सभ्यता भूल, निभाया पराया धर्म। अपनों को तज, ग़ैरों को मनाया ।
The ongoing abductions and killing of minorities in the name of religion are a slap on the face of humanity. This poem takes us through the journey of many young victims.
Night-blooming cereus is the common name referring to a large number of flowering ceroid cacti that bloom at night. The flowers are short lived, and some of these species, such as Selenicereus grandiflorus, bloom only once a year, for a single night. Other names for one or more cacti with this habit are princess of the night, Honolulu queen (for Hylocereus undatus), Christ in the manger, dama de noche and queen of the night (which is also used for an unrelated plant species).
Each mother and daughter bond is stretched further to the mother's mother and the daughter's daughter. A fact that explains the emotional connection and heredity.
Living in freedom is a personal choice for some. How free are we in the bonded world where we are connected not only by love, but also by hatred.
A life surrounded by people is all that we know to live.