She writes. She stumbles into her own illusive mind and elopes with handful of poetic lines thus writing her story moulded into rhythmic words - Poetry. She hopes you find love and peace in her writings. Because this is all she lives for.
The grass is still green And so is the water The soil has the scent Of the unmarried daught... The grass is still green And so is the water The soil has the scent Of ...
The part of the moon Lay on the mother's lap The unworldly face With the innocence trapped The part of the moon Lay on the mother's lap The unworldly face With th...
The days are just passing Like the breeze does Hollow remains the thoughts with rust And fl... The days are just passing Like the breeze does Hollow remains the thoughts...
Does the careless breeze know which direction it has to blow? Does the reckless River care which... Does the careless breeze know which direction it has to blow? Does the reckl...
The brisky breeze had a news to tell, The morning came with whispers' yell... The brisky breeze had a news to tell, The morning came with whispers' yell...
You go on, for you shall forever go on, You are the warrior, the son of dawn... You go on, for you shall forever go on, You are the warrior, the son of dawn....
This poem is dedicated to the pilot, Abhinandan Varthman. This poem is dedicated to the pilot, Abhinandan Varthman.