Bygones,  Are bygones,  Sans our control.    Future,  That's yet  To be seen   Is Not in Our control too.    So Why worry About all those,    Just  Live in The current world,    Where,  We can Sculpt our future   From  The lessons Learnt in past.  Image by jwinrott from Pixabay

The uniform neatly pressed,  With the corners sharp on touch.  Few books and certificates,  And photographs of family and God,  Arranged carefully in the metallic trunk,  With his name inscribed in white,  Brought tears to his parents eyes,  Even though their...

The creases on the forehead,  And the twitched brow,  Show us the weight of expectations that we bear.    The weight of expectations,  Is equally proportional,  To the growth of a mortal.    They keep rising,  And pulling us down,  Just like the Earth's...

Hug, Comforts one Like a warm blanket, Soaking itself in our tears And soothing our wounded heart and soul Photo by Marco Bianchetti on Unsplash

Inspirations plenty,  Gets us thinking abundantly How to interpret, how to present,  Oh! Plethora of confusions never seem to end.  Finally, when thoughts get the words,  Right, apt, a poem Is born. 

Poet's Heart beats At the sight Of mother nature. Thoughts get chiselled into verses, Through words so magical, mystical, serene, soothing.

The journey of life,  Begins and keeps going.  Whatever we achieve or accomplish,  Is just a step taken up the ladder.  Nature, family, friends,  No one should harness our dreams.  Don't stop yourself admiring the success  But take cue and leap...

The streets of Teacher's Colony Reverberated in our cacophony.  Each and every brick And the minute sand particle,  Seemed to know us well.    We shared the room And our soul as well, We laughed together,  And shouldered the cry.  Words weren't needed to...