When we were kids n cudn't speak n felt insecure n wanted to be loved n caressed, all we had to do was stand in front of an elder n just hold out our arms, we were sure to be hugged n comforted. But now dat we have grown up n have extended vocabulary, we fear becoming more insecure at d discovery of rejection of our held out arms, and prefer silently adding our insecurities to the fire dat shapes our egos.
-
Your love was like a sea Sometimes the waves touched me sometimes they did not I wanted it to be over..... Sometimes you approached m...
-
कहीं एक उम्मीद सी है दिल के किसी झंरोखे से चुप चाप चली आती है सांस बनकर सिसकियाँ उभार लाती है मरने नहीं देती ज़िन्दगी जलाती है हर लम्ह... -
Poetry where are you ? There, right behind those soft eyelids that guard the little kid's dreams ? Got you ! No ! He opened his ey...