Through the floating sponge I flew like the lovely bird, Fearless, focussed, undeterred, Ready for the plunge, Into the depths of my life, With confidence by my side.

The terrible sounds of blasts, oh! Unbearable. The stench of blood, flesh and smoke, makes us uneasy. What do you gain ye human, by spreading hatred? Please, let us grow up in peace, shed war, embrace love.

Legend speaks in volumes Of your prowess and courage, You, an inspiration to all   Hailed a hero for a lone fight, When kith and kin sought asylum, You showed what real courage means.   forests of Wayanad, your friends, Whom you knew...

Myriad hues of Flowers, leaves, insects and birds Enhance the beauty.   Lessons they teach of Being pleasant and friendly Towards the brethren.   They help each other Despite the diversities. Ain't that inspiring?

Birthing a life,  Ahh… that's a gift from God.  Like the trees,  We women, bear the joy.    Nurturing a tiny human,  Within us,  The feeling.. So surreal and divine too.    The pain that we bear,  Makes us strong.  But oft I wonder,  Is this inborn?    Like...

Delving deep into Oneself, brings out the varied Hues that were hidden.

Myriad hues so soothing,  Makes life go chirping,  As the birds dance around in glee,  My heart swoons unknowingly.    A sight like this is unmissable,  The image that's made isn't erasable.  Alas!! This has become just a dream,  As nature now...

Our togetherness The universe seems to bless Don't you see, my dear?   The dark, starlit sky, The still waters of the lake, Reflect our pure love.   Swirling around you, With the cool, musical breeze, I feel ecstatic.   Resting myself on Your broad and caring...