Skip to main content


There is something in mourning a loved one.
There is something in noticing that the world is not same anymore.
There is something in walking bare-feet on the Grand Road.
There is something in gazing at those two lotus eyes intently.
There is something in letting your loved one go.
There is something in losing all you have in one go and not weeping at all.
There is something in future that keeps me alive today.


Me said…
A big hug! and a thank u, for posting this.. I needed this today.

Teritopsy said…
There is something in reading this wonderful poem! ;)
Yamini Meduri said…
aha nice one...i loved the last line the most..!!!
sawan said…
being positiv is the way to be!

Popular posts from this blog


I cannot remember my mother,
only sometime in the midst of my play
a tune seems to hover over my playthings,
the tune of some song that she used to
hum while rocking my cradle.

I cannot remember my mother
but when in the early autumn morning
the smell of the shiuli flowers floats in the air,
the scent of the morning service in the
temple comes to me as the scent of my mother.

I cannot remember my mother
only when from bedroom window
I send my eyes into the blue of the distant sky,
I feel that the stillness of my mother's gaze on my face
has spread all over the sky.

~Rabindranath Tagore
Note : This was one of  the earliest poems I read,loved and cherished.


Concealed by dark clouds
You keep shining.
Bright streaks of light
Dazzle me.
Enchant me.
And keep me waiting..
Waiting for you.

Double lives

Mobile phone. Check.
Tickets. Check.
Sunglasses. Check.
Heart. Uncheck.

Tears. Check.
Pain. Check.
His memories. Check.
Kiss of love. Uncheck.

No meetings. Check.
Wet pillows. Check.
Lies. Check.
Hi Honey ! Uncheck.

Start. End. Repeat.