Love stories, there have been many since agesBut few that connect heartbeats and breezesEntwined into a bond, by the pool of mysteryIt’s a besotting saga of Arnav and Khushi The attraction was there, right from the startIn spite of all fights, they couldn’t be apartInseparable they were, during war and peaceTheir heartbeats became one in the presence of breeze Their separation was painful, their unity sublimeTheir love only strengthened with the passage of timeTheir story enthralled us and made us…
Durga’s poems
A lilting soulful song falls on the ears The hands and feet start to change gears The body begins to sway and move with the song Within moments I find myself dancing along There is a connection between music and dance At every turn of note the heart wants to prance The feet wants to grab every rhythm at every chance No feeling of tiredness, I just want to advance An unparallel joy, dance brings about With a happy broad…
Have you seen it, have you seen it anywhere go? It always would be with me, now it’s not anymore From dawn to dusk, within me, it would constantly flow The stream of words has gone, somewhere I don’t know The brisk word stream came to a sudden halt No rhyme or reason, nor anybody’s fault The words that inspired me, are now in a vault Some strange thing is stopping them from coming out And then I learnt that…
My dreams were small, never so big When you show a big dream, I don’t know what to do with it I never dreamt for a car, or any vehicle to own I loved going by bus or walk as far as I could go Any car, whichever size, was just a box with wheels for meWhen you buy me a big car, I don’t know how to react to it I never dreamt of diamonds or any glittery things…
It is always hard for a new mother, whose maternity leave is about to end and they have to go back to work. Not just them, it’s hard for every mother, who leaves behind their baby, to complete a chore or have to go out regularly for some purpose or another. It is never easy. The heart wails, not wanting such a situation to come. But then, they do come. This poem depicts the feelings of the mothers when they…
Did you ever wonder, sometimes on a busy day Why a little longer, some moments would not stay? Catch those little bubbles, before they float away Catch those little moments, before time goes away Did you ignore dear ones, when they had something to say? Did you stop them in the middle, when they had a confession to make? Listen to their sweet words, before they vanish away Listen to what their heart says, else you may never hear…
Sometimes I wonder, how the future would be Sometimes I ponder on the lines of a fantasy With not just flying cars, but people flying around A visual spectacle, something like tomorrowland And then I begin to think, how will be the societies? Will there be peace around, or still the animosities? Will the borders be erased, will it be a free world? Or avenging continues for matters age old? Will there be equality among genders, classes and races? Will…
A moment to breathe, a moment to relax Some moments come free, without any tax But they are surely earned, after days of toil Precious moments to stretch and let limbs uncoil Waste not these moments in frivolous acts The body needs rest for strength to be back Breathe in, take in, soak in the cool breeze Read a book, take a nap, pamper as you please Precious moments such as these come far and few Utilise these gems to…