The dreams that breath

the life to the soul keep

changing like the colours

of the seasons,

Some dark,

Some lucid,

Some, with the feathers

of the cherished blessings

fly to fill the hues of the rainbow,

Some , the curses of the heart

ashing out layers of

fragile layers to darken

the hope and perish the source,

The dreams of this life

swings in the thin threads

to the tunes of the fate…

Accept the gift of birth.

Listen to the music,

the rhythm flowing in you,

Play the tunes of life,

it is the song within you,

sing with the stars in the night,

dance with the beauty of the moon,

brighten your days with a smile,

lighten your nights with peace,

appreciate every bloom,

and spread the beauty and

the fragrance of your heart,

to keep you blessed with joy,

sing to the tunes of this life,

that is in you,

Discover the magic of this life,

that is travelling with you,

the hues of the feathers that

colour your day to the designs of

the clouds that tow your way

defines a pattern to unfold

the mysteries of this life,

to comprehend the purpose of life,

spread the love dormant in you,

and discover the magic of life,

Accept the gift of birth,

to cherish the happiness

that engulfs your whole.

You didn’t say me, Mother…

You didn’t say me,

Adulthood would change

my perspectives,

You didn’t say me,

I might need to add some grey

to my truths,

You didn’t say me,

I would not be able to speak

out my mind ,

You didn’t say me,

I would have to fight hard

to guard my inner beauty,

You didn’t say me,

My uncompromising days will

never continue for ever,

You didn’t say me,

With age and experience I will

yearn for my innocent days,

You didn’t say any of these ,


Maybe not to frighten me,

But to practice the simple ways of

life you engraved in me is the

biggest challenge I face,

Where do I start to learn this life?


A letter from a stranger…

Lies in front of me an

unopened letter,

A letter from a stranger,

Without a name or an identity,

Flipping through the air,

Begging to be opened,

From whom would it be?

A person of my past?

Faded through the years,

With no inkling in my memory,

A true stranger with the time,

Better ignored to save the space

than to again forget without a trace…

From whom it would be?

A person met in the hurry of the day?

Requesting an obligation or

a thank you note for a small deed

long forgotten,

Never to place the face to the person

better left to perish an easy death…

From whom it may be?

A person of my future,

Who may contain my answers

of tomorrow?

The essence of the life is the suspense

it brings with the moment,

Unveiling makes the

future meaningless,

So a letter from a stranger lies

Unopened and unread…

This life is a blessing…

A smile and a cry,

To convey the feelings,

A truth and lie,

To control the situation,

Love and hate,

To communicate the heart,

Hope and despair,

To confess the belief,

The first cry to the last peace,

This life is a blessing,  and living  a curse…


I found me…/#daily prompt# hidden

Wandering in search of the 

hidden truths of this life ,

 I found me…

Smiling to the small

mistakes of this life,

I loved me…

Laughing to the little

 jokes of this life,

I cherished me…

Accepting the painful

wounds of this life,

I healed me…