Tiny little hearts…

Fascinating characters,

Warriors of truth,

Tough exteriors,

Merciful souls,

Charismatic personalities,

Saviors to people,

Messenger of god,

All the common legends

Believed with ignorance

And heart felt innocence

Still holds us captive

Just for the pleasure to

Pass it on and spread

The bliss of joyful dreams

to all the tiny little hearts…



To pureness of birth…

Refined thoughts leading my way,

I wade this path of life,

Slower than before,

But steadier for sure,

Enjoying the sun and 

The rain as may be,

Seeking  the twilight

After every darkness,

Searching for a smile

Behind every cry,

Multiplying empathy and

Dividing hatred,

Adding peace to

Subtract my sins,

I try hard to balance

This theory of life, 

To cleanse my soul

To the pureness of

It’s birth…


Gift of the nature…

The alluring autumn air swaying 

the dark waves of clouds to 

swing the tiny little stars to sleep,

The silent songs of the moon  

mesmerizing the oceans below

to dance to its tunes,

The elegance of the night

is the magic gift of the nature

for a peaceful sleep…


#The rails of unison#daily Prompt

Like the paths of the rails
that the sight defines 

moves farther and endless,

The parallel line of   our hearts 

echoing the unique oneness

of our jolly thoughts,

Moves on holding the souls 

of our  bond for the long and safe 

journey of this life…


Is this the journey called life?/daily prompt #varnish

When the waves of desires 

washing ashore,

Fill  the shells with the 

droplets of hopes,

And varnish it with peace

 to shine as a pearl,

And to create a  soul  for 

the future to keep,

Fighting the wars

 within to seek its ,

Salvation through the

 path of faith,

Is this the journey called life?




Piercing my gingerly

 laid wall of silence,

Enters those cries,

The cries of hunger ,

The cries of pains ,

The cries of the last hope,

The cries of the lost dreams,

The cries against the corruption,

The cries for equality,

The cries for respect,

The silence as my armour

To silent my conscience,

I stand deaf to those cries,

Never alone,

For ,

I hear, 

Millions of the silent cries 

echoing my silence …