Every morning there’s a new inhibition & anxiety That takes birth in various forms. One day I feel am having symptoms And another day I think I am just imagining it. Every month there’s a new hope But only gives birth to a new upward anxiety slope. False hope is like a mirage That’s increasingly, … More Planning Mother
Mumbai ki jindagi- a short poem on life in this metro… Yahan jindagi ek railgadi ki tarah hain. Pahunchti har jagah hain,lekin tikati kahi nahi… Yahan zindagi ek alu ki tikiya ka khwab hain… Malls main mile to “burger”, nahi to “vada pav” hain…. Yahan zindagi hain juhu beach ki bheed ki tarah….chalte to hazaron … More Mumbai Ki zindagi
This one, dedicated to -Bachpan Aaj maine almari ka ek kauna saaf kiya, Kuch biti hui, bhuli-bisri, khati- mithi baton ko yaad kiya… Waha thi ek 3rd class ki fancy dress ki tasveer, Aur ek nanhi pichkari, jisme laga hua tha abir…. Tha ek pencil box jisme khusbudar crayons the bhare, Thi ek rubber ki … More Bachpan !!!
I had this idea during my history class in 9th grade, what would it be like if stone age people happen to visit our earth today?? Will they be happy to see the development or mad about deforestation?? Then i never imagined to get it published until today, I welcome you all in my world … More Stone age V/s. Modern age
This is a poem that i wrote in school days, there was this old Mailman who use to bring us letters, wrapped in a smile on his face. His dedication and love for his work always amazed me. So i dedicate this poem to all those Mailmen who still continue to work so hard and bring … More Mr.Maggy – A Mailman