He attracts the tender hearts, Gathering a basket of goodnesses , From his own garden of nobility , Having achieved his Soulitude
His Soulitude!
He attracts the tender hearts, Gathering a basket of goodnesses , From his own garden of nobility , Having achieved his Soulitude
प्यारी बिन्दू कल रात तुम आई सपने में मेरेमेरे ह्रदय के थे खिल उठे कपोलेतुम्हारे बालों में कान के पीछे वह फूलजामुनी और नारंगी वह फूलकितनी सुन्दर दिख रही थी तुमहम दोनों ने बाँहों में बाँहें पकड़बहुत देर तक एक साथ डाँस कियाडेरों बातों का ख़ज़ाना था खोलाऔर सब से अच्छी बात यह थीकि … Continue reading मेरी सखी
A tribute to a mother..... though she made her move.....she stays deep within.....each moment.....each breath......
Holding the reigns when it was needed, And letting go in giving me my freedom. It must have broken your heart doing so, Forgive me dad unknowingly I hurt you so........
Threads of Love bond them together. Threads of unity hold them together.
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.
Memories haunt us time and again bringing joy and sadness together to play with the emotional triggers.
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.