Reason and Season of celebration

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With the northern hemisphere greeting the sun once again.

And giving us the illusion, the sun is in uttarayan.

Here comes the reason and season,

To dwell into the warmth of kindness.

To spread love, joy and merriment.

To enjoy the feast of the labor,

done in the cold months by our farmers.

To celebrate with our loved ones,

The very festival that falls in the same month, on the same day in every culture,

thus making us realize, we are also united by our tradition.

That’s the best thing about being an Indian.


Magic is about to happen.

Magic is about to happen.

I have heard from bright twinkling stars.

I have seen in the colourful lights 

and in every glistening eyes.

I have sensed it in every winter scent

and in every cold breeze, gushing as if singing a song of merriment.

I have smelled it in every home’s dishes.

Fun fact! it smelled the same happy taste even in the homes of less privilege.

Told you, magic is about to happen.

As it is a time of hopes, happiness, prayers.

So be hopeful, be happy and pray with pure intention.

and get ready to deserve what you have asked for,

Because, magic is about to happen.

This poem is a reflection of my anticipation of this new year 2021 and this is how, I would like to embrace this year of 2021. Would like to know, what’s your anticipation about this new year 2021? Your response will be highly appreciated because I feel by sharing words of happiness and positivity is what make this world a happy place for human kind. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!


An encounter with Culture.

I am in love with culture,

I would rather say cultures.

I get to embrace them equally.

The best part is, it  never complains.

Tasting each of them is such an experience!

Voila! This is the reason for culture being so liberal.

Going by the fact,

 we always experience the things that are abstract.

That’s why you accept cross culture without being fussy 

unlike your concrete counterpart.

I guess, they have failed to understand, it’s you who gets them dressed.

Every time they got themselves naked,

 they blamed you saying-” it was your fault culture.”

Perhaps, a day will come

When your concrete counterpart will learn

 to take blame on themselves

for not getting fit into their old dresses.



When mind is feeble

And filled with the urge to hurt our very own nation

Either by plotting against nation’s security

Or by snatching someone’s right to life.

TRICOLOUR at sight.

Hope to set everything right.

As it’s a reflection of our nation’s pride sacrifice

Who only lived and is been living

Just for the sake of spreading love , peace and light.



Having a boyfriend means so much

Coz it’s he who stays by you in your thick and thin.

Just then my inner self did somersault 

And told me, you too have a boyfriend-girl.

This inner voice has brought the fact to light 

And made me say- “Yes I have a boyfriend who has always been by my side.”

No , not distance or different from yours .

He is just the same, bearing all my angst and stupid stance

Still holds me gracefully in his arms.

At times I wonder-

How  can he be this calm?

It’s his very nature

That Bound me in his spell of charm.

I know, no words of gratitude would equate to what you have done.

Then to, this one is only for you – my boyfriend.

THANK YOU! For holding on to me and wait,

When I am not in a state to think straight.

THANK YOU! For taking me in your embrace,

When I feel defeated and lose my grace.

THANK YOU! For letting me bury myself into your arms,

When I am filled with rage,agony and angst.

I know, I have not done even half of what you always do for me.

But I promise to stick by your side till eternity.

For others you might appear to be just a bunch of papers entwined together.

For me, you are my refuge and confidant who I know will never let me wither.

With you to the other world I transcend




When AMAVAS (New Moon) night was lamenting,

“Why  am I so dark and considered a devil?”

It’s then with the coming of Lord Rama to his abode,

the same night

was illuminated by the thousands of “Diya lights.”

Darkness was engulfed by the radiant people’s unison.

There were cheers,laughter and celebration.

Devil is not in the night but in the mind.

That’s how Lord Rama shed the false beliefs about AMAVAS night.



Recently I realized, smile heals.

So keep the chain of this healing smile going.

Share the smile, maybe we can make someone’s day.

Maybe we can become the reason for someone’s smile.

Maybe we can save someone’s life.

Maybe we can make someone realise that we are with you.

Let’s make our contribution count in this healing process by sharing this smile not only virtually but also in person.

Let each smile count.


KARMA of a lousy fickle mind

A lousy fickle mind

was proud of its badass crime.

So absorbed in its malicious act 

to satisfy its selfishness.

Stupid fellow didn’t realize its own foolishness.

Deeply drunk into its pernicious performance.

Forgot GOOD always WINS over EVIL.

No one came to its rescue this time,

albeit left alone.

That’s how KARMA intertwined and made it pay heavily for its crime.


Life is a journey

Life is a journey not a destination.

Get on a ride and experience all the emotions.

Happiness, joy, anger, fear, sadness.

Encounter each, one by one.

Some will make you, some will change you

But don’t let it break you.

Whenever any of these knock you down

Just bring the smile of courage and say,

“Its OK, you are just a part of my journey 

Not my life.”


A Tribute to Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam

This is a story of a boy,

born in a small town in South of India.

A boy, raised in an environ

where different faiths, cultures prayed the same way

and religion was only seen in an attire in those days.

A boy who had a deep desire to learn.

Who had seen a teacher in every person

whether it was his father, mother, brother and a friend.

This is a story 

of a boy turned into a young man.

This is a story of a young man

who had a great taste for philosophy and literature.

Who believed science doesn’t take man away from God,

instead they go hand in hand.

This is a story

of a young man

whose distinctive outlook turned him into a scientist.

This is a story of a scientist

whose perseverance gave India 

its 1st satellite launching station.

A scientist who believed, dreams need no cost and 

 launched the rocket with the help of a humble vehicle like a bicycle.

This is a story 

of a scientist

 who was prepared to be a Missile man.

This is a story of a “Missile man”

who revealed the forgotten fact

that rocketry was not a 20th century fad

instead it was the part of our land

since the reign of Tipu Sultan.

Indigenous man was he!

Revived rocketry and paid tribute to Tipu Sultan’s dream of the 18th century.

This is a story

of a missile man 

who rose to the prominence of President.

This is a story of a President

who defied all the inessential treatments.

Who seek every chance to mingle with young crowd

to make sure they prove to be an asset for our nation’s progress.

Who wanted to be remembered as a teacher

with an intention to ignite young minds

for India’s bright future.

This is a story

of a gentleman

who in a true sense

is a “People’s President.”

Inspired from – “Wings of Fire.”



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Acceptance would have been lot more easy if things would have changed 



(stop crying like a girl.)







(hey! what is she doing? this is not her job. she won’t be able to do it?)



(let her try, I have a faith in her she can do it.)




When the sun is slowly showing up over the horizon

and paint the world with its honey filled light-

The light that glitters like gold

and warmth as the mother’s hold.


Coz the honey filled light 

when kisses the skin

give a radiant gleam.

It is this radiance I cherish,

as no other cosmetic can give this.



Between Fear and Courage,

I met anxiety and calmness.

I chose calmness over anxiety,

Coz that’s the lesson muddy water taught me.

Trembling muddy water will never be purified,

only the steady one can show up clean and sparkling bright.

Between Fear and Courage.

I met pain and faith.

I chose faith over pain,

Coz that’s the lesson prayers have taught me.

Every prayer is an affirmation to face any shortcomings,

and every affirmation is an act of moving towards faith without any worries.

Between Fear and Courage,

I met doubts and confidence.

I chose confidence over doubts,

Coz that’s the lesson law of nature taught me.

The law of nature says, ” you are what you see and believe in.”

So, between Fear and Courage,

There will always be two paths,

One will lead to self-discovery and other to self-destruction.

It’s on us to choose wisely.

If caught in a dilemma and not in a state to decide,

just push yourself a little,

and remember the never give up stories of eminent personalities.

Thomas Edison(999times failure during the invention of the bulb.)

Mr. Bachchan (rejected by All India Radio) .

Countless examples are there to find,

just go back in the history and be wise while you decide.


A Journey named relationship,

A Journey named relationship,

Sees many moments of highs and lows.

A Journey which is not so perfect,

It never suppose to be.

Slowly and gradually unveiling each other strength and weaknesses,

and realizing this is how it suppose to be.

A Journey,

from disagreeing with each other to forgiving each other.

From misunderstanding to giving each other time to understand.

From yelling at each other to apologizing for making it go smooth further.

From cribbing over small issues to realizing how lucky to have each other as JEEVAN SAATHI.

I must say, no one can pull it through,

Better than who knows true love value.


Life journey of Ms.Alisha Choudhary

Life journey of Alisha choudhary gave me thought,

What if all beings come with their expiry card?

I know it’s so evil of me to say this,

But I have a reason for this remark so devilish.

Here, in this moment of carefree spree,

We have the tendency to procrastinate our dreams and enjoy being nosy.

What if the above notion would have been true.

Imagine the amount of chaos will brew.

Luckily it’s a mere notion not a reality,

The case was not the same for the fighter soul, Ms Alisha Choudhary.

Pain of knowing one’s expiry date is gruesome.

No doubt, she might have experienced the same on hearing about Pulmonary Fibrosis.

A girl fifteen years of age,

How did she manage to cope up with situation such  strange?

For that matter, if there would have been anyone else of her age,

Might have gone maniac with rage.

This might sound exaggerated to many.

The only thing that can prove my point is her work “LITTLE EPIPHANIES’’

The whole point in bringing this up over here,

Just to review the concept of death which is seen as a reality so severe.

The real culprit in robbing someone’s life is not the death,

It’s the agony,fear,anxiety that forces the being to depart.

The lesson is so simple yet profound.

All thanks to Ms, Alisha who taught me, “ Give a damn to pessimists in you that let you down.”


Love diary- 1

Being shackled up for a long time,

She let herself immersed in her enchanted wild.

Sitting by the calm river,cherishing the azure night.

A whole new world beholds her sight.

Millions of shining stars made her look divine like.

Dewy green grasses happily welcome her with smile,

When she leaned on her back and let herself kissed by the moisten bed spread wide.

Being satiated,she desired nothing more,

As it’s just her and nature making love and no one to oppose.




Now that you are in my hold,

doesn’t mean I am an owner and you are a thing to be owned.

Together we will sail in this journey of life.

Will survive all ups and downs by being each other side.

Let’s make a promise to reach out each other when hard times might come,
because we are not just lovers but each other support system and companion.
                                                                     (Inspired from Titanic movie.)

Sunshine 🌞🌻

Darkness hover over the sky,

Giving the illusion of, its all dull and dry.
Sometimes it cast the impression so deep within us.
We tend to forget the fact,
Let’s span our vision towards the dark clouds again.
Look! What the sun is doing?
Unfolding the shady veil.
Peeping through the cloudy windows with a gentle smile.
As if saying,”I am there for you, it’s your time to shine.”


Epistle to fear

Hello Mr. Fear,

You being an abstract feeling of sort,

Can shake the person to the core of the thought.

I have seen your every shade in the past.

You have the power that long for  last.

Yes, I admit,

I once got caught into your hold,

anxiety, panic, doubts,bouts of hallucinations.(Your highly anticipated offspring)

have stopped me time,and again to get back to my real self bold.

You almost tear me apart,

robbed my peace of mind and spirit to live my life like bindaas.

Wait! Don’t get too high,listening to your plus.

I, too am the adamant soul,that never learn to give up.

Looking for the ways to deal with you.

I heard the celestial voice guiding me through.

“No matter how strong the hold be,

You still have the power,to ground thy enemy” (said the voice.)

So Mr. Fear, 

I just wanna say, thank you for the intrusion in my life.

Allowing me to meet the new version of mine.

I agree with the fact that you being the feeling,

will always be the part of my life,

But let me tell you,

Mr. Fear,

You are not gonna win over me this time.

No grudges or complains against you,

Just heartfelt gratitude.

For the chance to discover,the new ability to deal with you.

Thanking you once again,

For opening my eyes.

‘Be your own savior’-

The precious mantra, I have realized