A broken heart is–

a poet's greatest treasure.

Before you, I was high spirited,  
carefree and somewhat careless.

You entered into my heart,
as I left it guardless.

The words you spoke,
left me speechless.

Your kindness,
made me selfless.

Your love,
made me breathless.

My love for you
was flawless.

Yet, one day you left me,
leaving me clueless.

Your departure,
left me helpless.

My every attempt to forget you,
turned out to be useless.

The voice in my heart keeps asking,
how can a person be so heartless?

Don't you know?
Can't you tell?
Without you, I am lifeless.

There never was any love,  
only your imagination
that created it.

You built walls of suspicion,
turned friend into foe,
for a love that never was.

Your own doubts
have made your heart fragile,
turned you bitter.

A chapter of life has ended

but the book of life is not yet complete

it's time to open a new chapter

and see what it unfolds...

You are gone
why do I still search?

I look at the stars in the sky
are you amongst them now?

No, you won't be there
It's a quiet place, you won't like

I wonder where you are
hope in someplace
where you can spread your laughter.

When truth and lie collide

only truth survives.

When time was hard

you pulled me through.

Now that death has taken you away

who do I look to?

Gone too far

Gone too soon

You are always missed.

Today you have
the power to hurt.

Tomorrow you will be hurt.
Time will turn the tide.

Nothing always remains the same.
The high and mighty have fallen too.

History keeps reminding
again and again.

You didn't ask questions,
never waited for any answers.
You only assumed,
accused, abused, humiliated—
called me a stalker.

Why can't problems be solved
with a little patience and understanding?
A little kindness doesn't harm.

We are the ones with words—
we should know better
what words can do.

I am not made of stone,
my heart bleeds too.

Life has turned gloomy now.

Poetry is my only light.

I share it with the world.

Once kindness you showed
Now there is only hatred
O, how time changes.

Once you gave me

wings to fly,

told me I could

touch the sky.

Why everything

changed so much?

Why did you

burn my wings,

brought me back

down to your knees?

To accuse someone without knowing

the whole truth is a crime in itself.

Dark clouds come and go,
but the sun always stays.

Yet every dark cloud manages
to leave behind a scar–

one that even the blazing sun
can neither erase nor hide.

You are lucky
if you still have hope
for the return of your love.

To still have the dream
of holding each other's hands
in the sunset of your life.

Not everyone is so lucky
for some, love always remains
a distant dream.
No hope to hold on to,
no one to wait for.

Just empty life
to live on.

Why do you worry so much?

A stalker cannot breach your heart.

For, the moment you keep someone
in your heart,

your love itself becomes a shield,
protecting your heart from all evil.

It was your silence

that gave me voice.

Don't call me back
consider me dead
if it helps you forget.

I am not coming back
I live in the shadows now
far away from your heart's reach.
I have created walls
you cannot breach.

Why do we have to always compete?

Why should we always have to prove
that we are better than somebody?

Why is just being good not enough?

All the grief,
all the pain –
I accept it
with both hands,
for it was given
to me
by the one
I love

Words and fire

one intangible, one elemental

so different from each other

yet so similar in nature

when use with care

both give warmth and comfort

                 and

when not careful

destruction follows.

If you ever fall down,

think of yourself

as a waterfall.

When your heart is heavy
and full of pain,
cry till your heart is light,
for tears are not a weakness
to hide –
but a treasure
to proudly share with the world.

I tried hard to forget,
never to look back,
not to stay still, but move on –
Yet, all roads lead me
back to your heart.

You went away from my life,
now, you are out of my sight,
but you continue to reside in my heart.

My world is not yours anymore,
your heart doesn't feel my love anymore,
you have shut me out of your life,
erased all my memories of the past.

Yet...all my efforts failed me,
for all the roads lead me
back to your heart.

Such was the nature of your love –

you didn't even care

to say goodbye.

A happy face I saw– unknown,
yet it felt so familiar,
like someone I have known,
That smile, that face,
why can't I forget?

Were you for real,
or just a dream
my waking eyes
happened to see?

Love doesn't come and go
like waves,
doesn't change every moment,
nor does it touch only
a part of you.

Love is the ocean –
it drowns you for good.

एक खुश चेहरा  
जो देखा अंजाना  
क्यूं लगा कोई जाना पहचाना सा ?
वो हंसी, वो चेहरा,
क्यूं भुलाए नहीं भूलता ?

क्या हकीकत में हो तुम,
या कोई ख्वाब हो तुम,
जिसे जागते हुए इन आंखों ने देखा ?

Hold on to hope

someday, one day,

everything will be all right.

Love will find its way

to your heart.

Your eyes are
the mirror
of your heart.  

They reveal
what your heart
tries to conceal.

Silence of your
eyes spoke
what your lips
failed to say.

Life is so harsh
perhaps that's why
nature gave us
flowers and butterflies
to help us forget the pain
even if only
for a moment.

The mirror never
saw me cry.
All my tears are hidden
deep within
the vaults of my heart.

Only happy tears
rest in my eyes
and fall down
when my lips smile.

Every tear
is a precious treasure,
each drop carrying
a moment of pain
life hands over.

People who think
it's okay to hurt someone
for their own merriment

will one day find it the hard way
when life itself becomes their mirror –
showing them the monsters
they carry in their mind.

To be the black sheep of the family —
what a terrible thing to be.

All the neighbors and relatives
heap praise on my super-successful siblings
and hurl insults at me
at the first chance they get.

I know all too well –
it is their jealousy of my siblings' success
that they take it out on me.

If success is measured by
money and fame,
I am not going to take that bait –
I am happy as I am.

Insult me all you can,
I can take it all in.
For you can only give
what you have,
and for that reason
I forgive you.

I remain the black sheep
of my family–
by choice,
at peace and forever free.

Our meeting was nothing short of an accident.
We developed a friendship, out of nowhere.
The time we shared together was filled with adventure.

Then we reached that point in the road where we had to go our separate ways.  
So we parted ways with heavy hearts,
Though physically separated, 
we were always in each other's thoughts.

Now that the journey of life is about to end
I stopped, thinking what life would have looked like, had we made the journey together.

As I look back
searching for him
to see him one last time
to bid him the final goodbye.

I heard thunder
It woke me up
There he was
Standing next to me,
looking at me, smiling.

Now I know what life would look like
without him in it.
It feels like a second chance
A chance to change the course of my life.

But I am still in a dilemma –
which road to choose.

When the world

turns against you,

who do you

turn to?

Those who know

the art of giving

are the ones

who know the

true meaning of living.

Miles of sand,
scattered seashells,
a few starfish lying around,
I think I saw a white pearl too.

The beautiful blue ocean,
in front of my eyes,
touching the blue sky on the horizon.

Waves touch my feet,
carrying away some sand beneath.
A ship sailing in the distance,
a gentle breeze blowing,
as if playing with my hair.

Time flew by.
As the sun begins to set
the sky turns into a canvas
showcasing a myriad of colours.

A crescent moon appears,
with a twinkling star by its side.

It was my time to say goodbye —
after a well-spent time, not wasted.

I always thought
I meant something to you
A burden.  
Now I know.

A message from a distant star
reached Earth after a few million light -years.
It says,"I love you my Little Blue Dot,
see you in a million years."

When a relationship
feels like a burden and
trust is found wanting

Break it before
it breaks you.

As much as I wanted to

I could never hate you

my love was too strong

for hate to stand a chance.

Give and take

Strictly business

Giving and receiving

Love? Maybe.

In the fields
of the Netherlands
Tulips of different hues
are in full bloom.

An open invite
to all the butterflies and bees.
Watching them play around,
what a delightful sight
to the eyes of the beholder.

A moment of joy
for all nature lovers.

What makes life meaningful?

Understanding another's

pain and suffering–perhaps.

Not all rivers
end up in the ocean–
doesn't make their journey
less worthy.

Not all love
ends up in a lover's arms–
doesn't make it any less
worthy.

One can only give
what one has

Be it love
or
Be it hate.

You said I had
a diamond heart.

Is that why
you crushed it –
thought it wouldn't hurt?

I always loved blue–
the blue sky
the blue ocean
my little blue pen.
I painted oceans on canvas
in various shades of blue.

But today, I am blue with
every bitter memory I have
of you.