Death is an end that gives rise to a new beginning. Every night too has always given rise to daylight. So is the cycle of end of one energy and emergence of another. Sikiladi
Having lost a loved oneCan be such a punishmentBut then from the nowhereComes that unspoken voiceHeard not from the earsHeard by the heart so clearGiving solace, consoling usUplifting the spirit of living.Sikiladi
Ushering the year with hopefulness yet haunted by the effects of Covid 19 -- how do we fathom the year 2021 to be? How prepared are we for this year? Read on .....
Each soul has their personal account.
In the gates of heaven decisions are made
A man's world full of struggles and sacrifices results in him realizing that in the end it was all just a game of life. Yet he stays strong.
The bond between a brother and sister can be very strong. In the event the continue to care for each other till their last days the separation can be devastating for the one who outlives the other.
She smiles but hurts within.
She laughs but sheds tears hidden.
She teaches each step but remains ignorant.
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.
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.
जन्मदिन की ख़ुशी तो होती है मगर क्या जीवन सत्य को समझ सके हम !