Unspoken words keep struggling; they create negative images in minds of people who want to hear them and who keep suppressing them.

Poetry is like open windows, which welcome all kinds of breeze.

Time is ephemeral, but we keep drifting back into it whenever it exhibits its tyranny!

Hope is the moonlight filtering through the trees,Hope is the silent prayer that we make in distress,Hope is the promise that we make to ourselves,Hope is the happiness that we visualize, Hope is the horizon that we reach, if we try!

I have always disliked shrouding…especially feelings and emotions. I discovered quite later in life that truth and transparency are expected but exploited and disliked.

Any so-called fetters do not bind youngsters because they have the power and the tactics to break them in their own adroit ways!

The power of prayer is so profound that it can assuage our emotions. It calms the mind, dilutes all our worries, gives an anchor to fears and endows us with a remarkable peace of mind.

Detachment is a mere word…a delusion to keep us occupied to deal with the struggles and realities of this world.

Oh! The blissful sounds of natureSink deep into your heartGive eternal joy,All anxiety melts away. 

Oh! my pain!Now I have embraced you,Conquered you!You have become my antidote,You can no longer break my spirit.