What we have is not often enough, but what we crave for is certainly felt as better.
The Sublime Prayer is the poem heart felt out to write around the epicaricacy of the world.
Petrol prices being hiked again and again in Delhi and India.
Earning diminish, expenditures increases.
Your name should not wander in the street’s,
Rather it should do wonders in the street’s.
Doctors checked my body, gave me medicines, But weren’t able to correct my disease;
As they had forgot to check my blood, which is intoxicated by the drug of your love.
Friends are a part of life, rather every one has been a friend to someone before they could be something else for them.
Same situation I experienced and so i found out a quirky way out.
Poem on how a poet feels about world being a Place, Where he Views and Reviews his experiences about the happenings and is forced down to pen it. Read Here his ecstasy
This Post is dedicated to my Father, whom I lost when I was 10 years old, I miss him, but more i miss talking to him, getting advice and knowing the happenings in the world.
Which unfortunately now I have to correlate myself by being aware on everything.
Read if you wish to hear what i had to say to my Father when we met for the Second Last time.
I See through the Door,
What mesmerizes me,
is my way to get through that door;
I remember how bright the light was,
Which we lived through our early ages,
What I had seen so far in life, I experienced nothing but voids. Tried to fill them with my thoughts.
" I DIDN'T SAY THAT " 