Why ?? But I try.. Still I can't fly.. with others... But why..?? Why do I wish to fly with others...?? Why 'I' fail to understand myself..?? Why there's no 'I' when I step forth in the world..?? And why 'I' strive to grope for myself in that world..?? Why ??
Triggering thoughts.. the emotions set off to an another level.. where its depths turn out to be unfathomable..
A phase of life.. when one falls in love.. but pretends to ignore & fears to confess... The poem aims at portraying that phase & the crazy dreams that encircle the being...
Different colours.. varied shades.. which one does embellish you.. for these shades have got tales to tell..
Have you ever tried to explore the journey of the breeze, sprightly enlivening the environment..?? Here's what I noticed this morning.... : )...
She dreams of a bright, cheerful & happy life, but ends up accepting the reality. The poem metaphorically presents the difficult circumstances she undergoes and her dream of a day built to her design....
There are some knotted chains of letters that are jumbled, lying in the shelves of her heart. Either unable or unwilling to untangle those chains (whatever may be the reason), she treads forth still carrying the same confusion in her mind.....
For two years, we all have been together, sharing an amicable bond. After 12th, we all would be moving to our destinations taking different paths. So would be the situation of parting then I suppose.....
Rains tumble the most mature of hearts spreading ecstasy all around....
The poem reminisces the days that shared fathomless bond with great grandma and has a longing to have those days again...
Nature witnesses and perceives the situation of the two which they themselves cannot.....
I find Ms. Rain utterly genius as she so amicably handles each one's emotions....
Being deceived by one's own fellow beings really breaks....
Opacity conceals an enigmatic beauty which can only be perceived by the heart in its solitude....
Heart, in its loneliness, speaks to the soul; unable to make out the actual trouble, it seeks for a friend to tackle them....
Just after the cover of obscurity is removed, the world unveils to us a glimpse of its enticing beauty....
Childhood, an innocent phase of life, brings down the euphoria of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness. It's hustle and bustle, tending to scamper the shackles of life, fetches exhilaration...
Childhood phase is the best phase of a person's life. This poem is a reminiscent of our childhood days....
There are many situations when we find ourselves trapped in a web of problems, unable to deal with them. Here is a way to tackle them....