Trees adorned with flowers of white snow Dark clouds brewing a storm Inside my warm home Pink and white flowers Looking pretty in a corner Soft glow of the lamps Heady citrus aroma Enjoying a Long Island Tea I am just wondering What am I doing Why am I in the worldI look into your…
One day I met a Tiger Eyes that penetrate the soul So bewitching that want to share my everything I believed in those eyes That I created my world in it I lived day and night in it Enjoyed my every moment Enlivened my every thought in it But the tragedy happened as it happens…
She may be across the pond or living next door,Yet, a single conversation makes the distance disappear. We talk about matters of the heart or fast fashion,And about careers and life through pensive discussions.She knows how it feels to be in my shoes,For we share a similar bunch of blues. ​ Life can get demanding…
Old age comes,that’s for sure, But it can be a gift,pure and pure. If we learn tonavigate its tide, Heavenly momentsin it reside. Unfulfilled desireslong concealed, Suddenly revealedand unsealed. Achievements from ouryouth’s embrace, In old age’s mirror,we retrace. Childhood friendshiplong ignored, Blossom anew,like a spring restored. Hidden talents,now set free, In leisure time,they find their…
Come Spring,the colours swirl, splash, spill, and splatterin the air like pyrotechnicsdance with the rhythm of drumming and singingand settle on the wearied facescreating a kaleidoscope of images! A cold wind ruffles, and the world coldly rolls away.Now that winter has gone,no more white frost forming on the lakes and rivers,treetops and housetops,only colours on…
Let us in unison march, our footprints lighting the pathFrom a world that wants to terminate your birthTo a universe that celebrates your arrivalThat you who bring forth all humans to lifeMay keep the flame of humanity burning. Let us write a new song, set to a new tuneFrom a library whose books have disintegratedTo…
The morning wakes in mango gold, a slow unfolding, bright and bold,before the first fistful of color flies and opens up the April skies. Then someone laughs — and it begins. Pink clouds erupt from coppertins, the air turns silk, the street turns strange, the ordinarystarts to change. A grandmother in a white sari stands…
In Vrindavan’s forest bowers, In birdsong, in arrows of flowers, In the intoxicating flute-notes That stir the heart’s deepest core— What pull is this? Radha knows: The heart—bewitched. ​ The warmth trembles in the sky, The yearning of Phagun’s sigh, The restless ache of early spring, Your hand resting upon mine. What pull it is…
Festival of colours Festival of love Festival of spring Fills our lives with Colours of joy Fills our lives with Love between Radha and Krishna Fills our lives with Colourful spring flowers Rainbow of colours all around In the Gulal, flowers and the sweets Red, pink, yellow, green and indigo Hibiscus, Bougainville, petunias and pansyGujias,…
Love moves,in blissful fight, Mirthful bond of happiness and delight With every splash,hearts move fast, Forgotten fears,forgotten past Love grows in gentle glow, Delightful bond of trust and show Blissful feelings of the heart, Sounds whisper,a gentle start Forgotten worries,trouble fade, Love and happiness never fades With every glance,hearts lose beat, Forgotten doubts,forgotten defeat Love…