From my balcony, I can see the adjoining balcony of my neighbor, where hangs a beautiful golden cage with a beautiful golden bird inside. Today evening, with my mug of coffee, as I sat on my favorite rocking chair, the soothing breeze, made me imagine…what will the bird think about freedom? If she gets a chance, will she fly away or not? She will choose the luxury and pamparing or the open unlimited sky? After a dilema I was sure, she will choose the liberation of her soul, emancipation of self and will uncage herself…

Let your wings of imagination take a leap to fly with my poem…

                     आजादी का दिवानापन

आज भुल गए वह पिंजरे को बन्द करना,
सोन चिडिया ने धीरे से खुद को समझाया, मत डरना,
कर साहस, आज उड़ जा, मौका नही मिला, फिर मत कहना,
आजादी का चख स्वाद, जंजीरो को अब मत सहना ।

फुदक कर खिड़की तक पहुंची, चिडिया प्यारी,
वो मन्त्रमुग्ध हो विशाल आकाश को निहारी,
खुले आसमान की छटा थी अद्भुत और निराली,
इस आमंत्रण पे हो गई वो वारी वारी ।

पंखो को फैला कर, एक गहरी सांस ले, खुद को समेटकर,
उसने सोचा, ऐसी आराम की जिन्दगी को त्यागकर,
क्यों भटकना, दाना-पानी की तलाश में खुद को थकाकर,
लौट आई वो पिंजरे में, बीत गई पुरी रात सोच सोचकर ।

पौ फटते ही धिक्कार उठा उसका मन,
चन्द दाना, चन्द खाना, तो मिलते है कण कण,
इसके आगे क्या छोटा हो गया, सपना जो देखा हर क्षण,
मुक्ति की उन्मुक्त खुशी ही है, वो असली सच्चा धन ।

उड़ चली वो खुले आसमान मे झुमकर,
रोम रोम मे महक उठा आलौकिक वो सुधाकर,
जिन्दगी तो जीने की परिभाषा है, पीछे मत हट डरकर,
बेड़ियां क्या रोके उनको, जो जीते है अपने दम पर ।।



We all live and we all die, but in between, life waits to see the best of us…the person who can fight for himself, who can express and who can care, who is not a slave and who can stand and say…Yes, I am the blessed one.



The seed sown was deep asleep
The rain whispered and made him peep
Silence in the soul was absolutely deep
Awake dear seed, show your face and leap.

Let the thoughts creep up like fire bush
Let the aroma of wet land be guide to perfect outputs
Let the knot in the heart convert into free brooks
Let it not be suppressed by mean term and looks.

Once awake and once fully alive
Cry like a newborn and prove you can survive
Choose the best nectar from that busy hive
Sing the song of your love, which gives you the drive.

Life when grow from the seed
To a healthy plant, not unwanted weed
Time to sneeze the fear, which was imbibed deep
Warm fuzzies is the only food, you are supposed to feed.

Seed to plant and back again to seed
We can’t stop the cycle of divine breed
But we can hold it to breathe and succeed
To prove that we are sure-enough human indeed.



Last month, same day (28th feb), my baba passed away. He fought with Alzhiemer bravely but surrender to God’s will. A tall, smiling, hard working Miner with helmet on head and hands on the steering of an open jeep, that’s the image of my dad I cherish.

I miss him beyond words, the hurt is like an open wound. I was his first born, baba’s little girl. I cherish the past we shared but miss the future we will not have…

Miss you baba, sleep well…

I know He takes only the best…..

              MISS YOU BABA


The journey was not that easy,
Lights were dim and images very hazy,
World of strangers, all bit crazy,
Was that the reason, to breathe, you felt lazy.


No, you were always a fighter,
Pain, ailments were holding you tighter,
But still you preferred to be life’s subscriber,
Baba you were my real Bengal Tiger.

Holding your hand, unaware of His game,
That God is going to call your name,
Maybe you were so tired, so He came,
You closed your eyes, life will never be same.

I long to spend a day with you,
And want to laugh with you on a topic new,
Your address has changed, that’s true,
Where to search you, there is no clue.


But deep inside my heart you are with me,
Sleep well, take rest, it’s a small plea,
To reach you, my thoughts are the secret key,
He always takes the best, I do agree…..
He always takes the best, I do agree.


It is said, words are mightier than the sword, but eyes speak the best language, as they are the mirror of the soul. In my poem I have let the eyes melt into the heart without any words to support them. Have you ever seen yourself in this mirror of the soul?

                MIRROR OF THE SOUL

Neither the face, nor the vivid circumstances,
It was his eyes, which made all the difference,
Never they spoke and it was not a hinderence,
As the eyes were the words for reference.

In my heart, his eyes spoke, there is a sprain,
She wanted to blink for a breath, but she sustain,
Least she miss the words, soaked in blood and pain,
He also struggled hard to stop the fight between his heart and brain.

It was time to depart and say bon voyage,
But the words still refused to come out of the storage,
Don’t go, stay back please, the eyes paid his homage,
I love you, wept the eyes, be the queen of my cottage.

Years rolled and everything gradually changed,
But not the eyes, who promised to wait,
Those eyes haunted her, even when she meditate,
Come back one day, he silently prayed.

And one day, she came back, in the same old lane,
Surprised he waited, controlling his emotional rain,
Defensive and hurt, he used the words stored in his brain,
Yes I faintly remember, you were one in my friends chain.

She smiled and whispered, remove this bandage,
Lying is an art, but you couldn’t manage,
Your eyes are the mirror of your soul, your salvage,
Dear your eyes still speaks the same language.


Your eyes still speaks the same language…


Saw an old classic movie today. The heroine waits her whole life, for an imaginary magical person, who will come and change her life forever…

Do we all wait for such an angel? Can someone really step in and make the life a perfect dream come true?
Walk with me, along with the poem, and feel the vibration of desires, which is so different….

  शिशिर तुम कब आओगे

यूं ही उड़ते जा रहें है पल, उड़नखटोले पर होकर सवार, 
इंतजार लेकिन खत्म नहीं होगा, मत ढ़ाओ तुम कहर,
खुशीओं के कपोल बन गए है, मेरे मन का आहार, 
मौसम हंसकर कर रहा है, मीठा-मीठा सा प्रहार ।

शिशिर तुम कब आओगे….

खुली आंखो के सपने सोने नहीं देती,
बोझिल आंखे जागने नहीं देती,
कुछ इसी कशमकश में मैंने बुझा दी बाती,
और मेरी बातों में तुम्हें उलझा दिया, ओ मेरे साथी ।

शिशिर तुम कब आओगे ….

सांसों के इस पिंजर को, 
सम्हलने के लिए मत कहो,
चहकता है हर हाल में, साथ तुम्हारे जो,
तुम्हे रगो में शामिल किया जुनून की तरह, ही तो।

शिशिर तुम कब आओगे …

एक सोच जो लय और ताल का सृजन करता है, 
एक उम्मीद जो खुशबू की तरह तुम्हें और मुझे जोड़ता है,
जो मेरी रूह की आवाज बनकर, मुझसे ही मिलता है, 
तुम मेरी वो कल्पना हो, जो हकीकत का चोंगा पहनता है।

शिशिर तुम कब आओगे …..

ख्वाब अगर परिपूर्णता का सबब है,
उम्मीद अगर प्राणशक्त बन रग रग मे समाता है,
तो शिशिर तुम कभी भी मत आना, 
इस इंतज़ार को बनने दो पराकाष्ठा का पैमाना ….

शिशिर तुम कब आओगे ……



We often love to have the best of both worlds. But when we have to choose between both the extremes, it’s human tendency to choose only the best one. Our journey is simple but often gets complicated by our choices and preferences. Let us think about it in this poem…

                       YOUR CHOICE

The rising sun or the sunset,
The soothing breeze or the warm sweat,
The morning walk or the comfy bed,
Think about the choices before you regret.

It’s not that easy to choose,
As all the options are rosy and it soothes, 
Life is a gamble and no one wants to lose,
All want to be a winner and to be in news.

But if the options sound straight,
Happiness or sorrow, life or death,
Win or lose, smile or cry, love or hate,
You won’t ask for both, but only the best.

Then let the choices be bold and extreme,
Let there be no 50/50 option or 1+1 scheme,
Let best be the choice and the only theme,
Let us cherish life as ultimate and supreme.

But do we really have to choose the best?
Can’t we choose which is just heartily blessed,
Let it not be like an award in the contest,
Maybe least wanted, but deeply self expressed. 


I sat at the beach and admired the sand crab for his sincere devotion to make his home, the firm hole, which seldom collapses. I tried and digged my hand in the sand and oops, the hole collapsed as soon as my hand was out. Sand crabs and our perception of reality, does this comparison really sounds sensible?

While writing this poem, Sand Crab, I felt the peace flowing in me, with the realisation that a small crab can also teach us something.😊

Mesmerised I watched the sand crab,

How beautiful he makes the hole in sand’s lap,

It’s his home or a secret place to take a nap,

His hole never collapses, I gave a happy clap.



I tried and tried, but my hole again filled with sand,

The tunnel never took me to the treasure land,

Am I not strong or I don’t have that perfect hand,

Are my efforts simply immature or unplanned?



Early morning the beach became my destination,

To learn from the sand crab about his perfection,

The rejuvenating waves smiled, seeing my dedication,

Groom me, dear crab, to receive that standing ovation.



When you are taken for granted and tagged as available,

The crab smiled and said, then you are no more termed as valuable,

Learn to live on your own terms, if you want to be unforgettable,

Unlike other crabs, I move only backward,

and so defined as unbelievable.



The sun gave you the tan, but I am one of the sun sign,

I make the hole with wet sand and that’s my life line,

Don’t struggle inside faking a smile and say I am fine,

Flaunt your heartful of happiness by defining your headlines.



Wet sand, yes, that’s the firm binding, which will stand,

Be wet with pure emotions, but flexible like crab in the sand,

Fly high, enjoy your blessings, make your own fairyland,

Do what makes you happy, and be bigger than the brand.