She smiles but hurts within. She laughs but sheds tears hidden. She teaches each step but remains ignorant.
The Bleeding Heart of a Mother
She smiles but hurts within. She laughs but sheds tears hidden. She teaches each step but remains ignorant.
The pain of losing someone to death is big but to live the whole life without that dear one is greater heartache.
The role of a Father has evolved over the years. From being a chauvinist he has become more of a family man in my opinion.
Sitting in the lawn with unappreciative surround Of the various shades of green that bound around Reflecting their vacant thoughts of God knows what within the mind frame. Their pain, their agony of sullen loneliness In this ripe age of less mobility and solitude.
You call me mad my child But I love you my dear child. When you tumbled and toddled, My hands always fondled. When you injured your little toe And cried in pain, I smiled, I cheered you up and comforted. Hidden from your eyes I cried for your pain For I felt that pain … Continue reading You call me mad!
Wholeheartedly A wish I wish wholeheartedly That I leave the world wholeheartedly! The heart that so palpitates With rhythmic beats Like soft drumbeats Pulsating in another body When I die and look down at him As a soul that beams with joy. A wish I wish wholeheartedly That I leave the world wholeheartedly! The eyes … Continue reading WHOLEHEARTEDLY
Fragments that scattered, disturbed in imagination are none other than pieces of my broken heart. एक अरसा हुआ नींद को आए हुए बेरहम इस पलक को झपकाए हुए सन्नाटों से घायल हुई लम्बी सी रातें और ख़यालों में तुमसे करना दो बातें There was a time once, when, they would weep and bleed blood red … Continue reading The Tragedy Queen – A Tribute
the pearl is nothing but one's inner awakening. If one is conscious of one's true identity life can be as pure as an untouched pearl.
Sikiladi catches the sentiment of a lonely tree through her imagination of its day to day observance.