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Virtual traveller


She spins a web of fantasies and gets entangled in them,

Web working as a safety net, for all the adventures that stem.


From touring far away lands, exotic locations, soaking everything in,

Crystal clear water, rising mountains, flora and fauna that hearts win.


Oceans of gold and sky of silver, ships of clouds sailing over,

with treasures of stars, planets and moon seeming closer and closer.


Canyons, meandering rivers, volcanoes fuming smoke,

Sunrises and sunsets weaving fabulous lores of folk.


The world, a small place for her, fitting well into her collection of pictures.

A box full of photographs, a gallery filled with shares.


An ardent virtual traveller that she is, photos are her imagination’s fuel,

Threading pearls of memories together to form poetic jewels.


The dreamer


She lives in a world of her own, waiting for the future.

The future visits everyday, touches her and is gone.

She keeps living in a world of her own.

Throwing out bits and pieces of herself, into the real world.

A half conversation, a story untold, an idea being raised for so long.

Portions of herself surviving in both halves, people getting her all wrong.

She lives in dream world of her own, anticipating the unseen.

The unseen reveals everyday, making itself known.

She keeps living in a world of her own.

Sometimes confused, sometimes awed, sometimes disoriented.

Walks in and out of the maze of society, refusing to obligate.

If only she could wipe out somethings everyday, starting with a clean slate.

She lives in an unreal world, longing for reality.

Reality checks itself everyday, the truth is  shown.

She still keeps living in a world of her own.

The staircase.


Staircase spiralling up to the heaven or descending down to hell?

Taking you to the top or to the bottom of the well?

Reaching up for your dreams or treading on someone’s dwell?

Lifting the spirits or making them scream and yell?

Helping someone climb or pulling down, only you can tell!

Laughing while climbing or crying when you fell!

Looking up in sweet anticipation or looking down with fear of unwell?

Initiating action or waiting lazily for the gong of the bell?

Climbing up or climbing down, hold tightly the hand of integrity, don’t let your soul sell.

Protect it with trust and love, conceal it in tenderness and faith’s shell.

And if you choose to reach the top, be like a beacon to the ships in the ocean swell.

Guiding them to safety of home, bidding troubles farewell.

Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal


The Lighthouse


Lone guardian of the limitless ocean.

Helping sailors in navigation.

Away from  dangerous reefs and coastlines.

Towards safe harbour’s confines.

The guiding light to the ships.

Braving endless journeys & trips.

Bellower of the mighty warning horns.

During treacherous, thunderous storms.

Protector of tired sailors’ last hope.

Encouraging them to cope.

In the darkness of moonless nights.

With merciful bright lights.

Standing tall for centuries till now.

Withstanding nature’s fury somehow.

Constant companion to loneliness of Moon.

Like a friend, a boon.

Witness to miracles of nature everyday.

It is there to Stay.


To each his own.


Can eyes capture beauty? Can beauty be beheld?

Is beauty a joy for ever? Even for the beholder?

Does one mean everything, for The One, for the rest of their lives?

Do promises hold their ground, do they survive?

Can love stand the test of time? Can time really fly?

Can love be summarized? Or is it just glorified?

Can time heal all wounds? Can wounds not leave scars?

Not leave any hint of pain? Inflicted through egoistical disdain?

Does love mean the whole world for us? Does it grow roots?

Does it make one grow fonder? Or compiling years make it wander?

Do lives get entwined with each other? Do two  hearts beat as one?

Do souls find their mates for ever? Do they exist always together?

To each his own, answers to questions vexed.

Everyone’s idea of love, differs from the next.

What matters most is the experience of love.

Either  momentarily or for eternity.

Love heals broken hearts and souls, back to whole.


I Am- Woman


My father’s or my husband’s name doesn’t define me.

My career or my earnings  don’t define me.

My children or their achievements don’t define me.

My education or my social status doesn’t define me.

My clothes don’t define me, my home doesn’t define me.

People’s opinions about me , don’t at all define me.


Warmth of the Sun, coolness of the moon, calmness of the oceans and brightness of the stars define me.

All the love in the universe harbouring in my heart defines me.

What defines me, is that I am a woman.

I am who I am just the way I should be, just the way I was meant to be.

I am joy, I am the reason for celebrations. I am the sponge that soaks everyone’s worries.

I am defined by birth and death, I am defined by myself.


Love is…


Love is…

Like the air, invisible, untouchable but paramount to life.

An emotion, a void filled, completeness, paramount to happiness.

It is…

A feeling, a whisper, a simple touch, paramount to survival.

A fantasy, an imagination, a dream, paramount to ambition.

Love is…

Family, friends, a society, paramount to continuation.

Celebrations, festivals, customs, paramount to joy.

It is…

Like a soul within a body, otherwise just muscles, bones, blood and nerves.

Love is paramount to existence.