There is a boyThey say he looks like a manBut I can see a tiny boyWho wants to be lovedWho wants to be neededWho needs a true friendOnly his, living the friendship he possessesHiding it from the worldJust like the rare colorful stoneBuried in the backyardOnly he and I knowThe secret we shareAnd his genuine […]
Sometimes hot, sometimes cold Sometimes rain, never could be told This was the story of everyday on Earth Uncertain when to wear a sweater, or when could the umbrella be sold! That day, the weather was hot And the night was warm The rain had visited a day back or two And the air was […]
Don’t be beautiful When you can do so many things Don’t stay restless, worried and still When you got such mighty wings You create, you care You can stand up, you can dare You are talented, and you finish stuff If you are a doer, why go only for being fair History proves there is […]
When did it happen, why couldn’t she forsee, She had it all figured out, then how did she fell for thee The calling was strong, near to divine Neither the time was right, nor was he Pure to her heart, with nothing in her cart Strolling without the intent, and talking with Lee Money in […]
This poem is dedicated to Miss. Priyanka Reddy, a 26 year old Veterinary doctor from Hyderabad, India who was brutally gang-raped and burnt alive on the eve of 27’th November, 2019 while she was returning from the hospital. I would not say may her soul rest in peace. I don’t want to!
There is a time in life when we all miss our old lazy days! In today’s age of devices and social media, our phone is our best friend! In this poem, I have tried to capture a thought which might peek in the minds of those who look back to their leisure life in late nineties – with no hurry, no rush and a very few devices.
I have a sweet little nephew named Ansh! We all know how much we love our cute nephews and nieces. Same is the case here! I just can’t wait to see him, play with him and I am sure I am going to spoil him like anything. He is my loveliest heartthrob and I am dedicating this poem to him. He is just 4 months old when I am writing this poem. Hope you all like it and you too can send it to cute little daemons in your family, without whom there is no fun and happiness for everyone around! Just don’t forget to quote and follow this meager, amateur poet!
I try to help a street beggar who was in a very bad condition. But what I found out was surprising! To my awe, he wanted to be the way he was. Read to find out his story and post your thoughts or similar acquaintances in the comment sections below.