Savita tyagi, the muse,
inspire my thoughts, and bless
your words to my pen.
Is nationalism a religion?
To praise a deity blindly,
Or, to suppress a depression silently?
Or, to remain attached like a gum for machines,
A dropp of heaven from the sky
A sun kissed feather gliding by
A gentle breeze blown through my hair
In my thoughts I'm lost
Like a child in mother's arm,
Lonely, safe and free.
i love u so much
bt who u r? ?
are u d shine
of a falling shooting star?
Memories are which that can't be bought,
The collection of a million thought.
Some are good and some are bad,
Some gives smile when we are sad.
I know an elephant girl,
A baby one.
Her eyes like the elephant eyes,
When Time becomes a chaotic mess,
Whose every step you calculate,
You know you are not meant for this life.
I start working in a scorching sun, a different Sun
With a drive to earn bread
I see my dreams fade away
Down to the exhausted thread.
When I was young
I had a guardian angel,
Protected from my drunkard father,
Skipped meals waiting for me.