A tale to be retold and relived.


“She’s wrapping her life in her heart, Ready to flaunt to the world. She’s tired of being the lost kind, And ready to be found again. Stretching her arms under the moonlight each day, Afraid not to be known and disclosed. She loves to be hidden with little hope to shine. Little but she believes…

Love yourself, when nobody else does.


The moon is within me and so is the sun.With everything in me, I still feel empty. My silence is my strength and The ignorance, a bliss. Sometimes, I just wonder what Am I born for. What is my purpose in this life? What am I doing and what am I suppose to be doing?…

Why should I???


Why should I live silently, When I can be echoed around? Why should I remain still, When I can fly even from ground? Ability to sacrifice, Ability to grow, Ability to innervate, It’s only me born with ability to create. Hiding behide the rituals, Till when will I be? Killing all my dreams, Till when…

Lady born with thones.


Struggling through the emotions, Born with her own confusions, There are questions to her solutions, But she lives with lots of devotions. Giving new hights in social world, Still lives in the desert and dull, Happiness prevails and spread around, Deep her sorrows are underground. She dresses herself with textile of roses, Hiding the prickles…