Poem — Some old hurts yet to be resolved. Some dreamy dreams to be fulfilled. Some more gratitude to be expressed. Some mist and clouds yet to be touched. Some beautiful revelations yet to happen. Some somnolent phantasies yet to be lived. Some serene and idyllic times yet to be spent. Some more…

I Write It… — Whenever I write a poem, I bid adieu to worries. My poem becomes a pellucid elixir through which I see happiness. Whenever I write a poem, I feel blithe and shine inwardly. The brume of doubts fades away as it should. Whenever I write a poem, I feel I have…

Prose Poem — Evenings and nights are quiet, like some silent and dark forests that you don’t want to venture into. Perhaps, you want to venture into them, but must put up with the quiet and the dread along the way. The quiet and the dread plod with you along the way as…

Shadorma — Gratitude is being happy with what you have with you, be it a cup of coffee or a tiny crumb. Savoring moments, small or big that may be may not be, with a heart full of content beholden, grateful. Life is fair or unfair to me is a brief thought that would pass off…

Prose Poem — “You’re strong, you can be strong, you’ll be strong, you’re a very strong person, you’ll find the reasons to be strong.” — Beautiful statements all, with a beautiful word called strong being the essence of it all. Sometimes, it sounds like a symphony, sometimes it is sonorous, and sometimes, sublime. …

Prose Poem — That day, I remember… very accurately, I was down and out, with no clarity on life… I was sitting in a dark room, as a failed person… ruminating, contemplating, tormenting myself and then something happened — like some enlightenment, something nudging me to write down my thoughts. I don’t know…